(feat. Smoothe Da Hustler)



[Chorus x2: Marc Live]

Where's your hustle?  Where you from?

What's your street rep?  What have you done?

I don't know you yet, you're not a legend

Fuck your block, you a regular nigga



[Marc Live]

Yo... this is my brand new debut

Welcome to my, twisted life, you'll risk your life

I grew up where the streets are dark

And - kids sell and go to hell in one night

And chicks snitch so quick, yo in milliseconds

The villains home invade, comin to get'cha

My whole level is, gutterest

Dead to rights, no strings attached

Uhh, but not the fun and games

Niggaz is backwards, I rip their backs off

Yeah, your team is not thorough

Studio kingpin, I'm pullin your ink pen

Stop writin (stop writin...)

And if you write in your head, stop thinkin

Stop talkin (uhh...)

You Sean Penn nigga, "Dead Man Walking"



[Chorus]



[Smoothe Da Hustler]

Nigga we shut shit down like the marshalls

Padlock and chain, dead cock, padlock your brain

Cats with keys/ki's get chased out the street

BAM!  Ran over by my man Landrover Jeep

I creep, stand over with heat

The plan, ran closer to handover your plan folder to me

So respect it, I'm deeply connected

I'm a survivor, three feet under the street wreckage

I side spectate, Cartier square look

Then Columbine everybody in the yearbook

Cats tellin me they next to acquire

But I respected, reconnected the wire, stupid step in the fire

I'ma do you fouler than Amadou

Roll past you slow gas you drop heat, and watch the fire follow you

Who sellin you dreams of cottonest sheet

Nigga I catch you in your nightmare and rock you to sleep, nigga



[Chorus]



[Marc Live]

Yo, you do regular things, you hug the block

Every weekend you hug the glock - sucka

You're too scared to, make it happen

I know killers that'll you make you happen - uhh

Look, you won't get it from rappin

This is real life, real shit - yeah

Real Desert Eagle, real people

C'mon yo there's just no sequel

Look, you a full time groupie

I'm soldier nigga, gone off looseleaf

Four star general

You know me, respect me, so salute me

Niggaz I blow the game up

Stop playin kid, I'll blow your frame up

And yo, you lame as fuck

I'm veteran, real nigga, get your game up



[Chorus x2]