[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
(I got the people)
Yeah (Peddlin' music on the side)
Yeah, Afu, it's Royce 5'9"
What's up, my nigga?
(Peddlin' music on the side)
This one right here, this one is for the motherfuckin' music, my nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah
(We love this music, music)
(We love this music, man)
[Verse 1: Afu-Ra]
Show me, which one of y'all is bold
Which one of y'all wanna roll, it just too many rocks in the road
Worldwide my crash staff like a hustler
And I'm flying in the planes, reading Hustler
Word life, it's all about the game
It's all about what comes to your mind, when someone mentions your name
Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same
And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain
My love for the music is all that I got
It's like cooking a meal with one ingredient in the pot
I got my hands on a life long bundle
Since '93 I've been working up in the jungle
I never clock out, got to finish my bundle
All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble, yup
Hustle hustler, we all gotta hustle, yup
Get your hands up 'cause we all gotta hustle, come on
[Chorus]
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
I live for this music, die for this music
I'm why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up
Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down
Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for
Standard less then seven dollars a record is not acceptable
I show you how to collect you a lot of decimals
I'm a walking acronym, rollin' so faster
O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters
Oh my, N.E., I did it with No Em
Me in the SS Monte looking So Slim
S.G.'s; Shootin' Guns like a soldier
While you looking So Grim, .44 go off
You should go snitch, P.Y.B., nigga
Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo Bitch
'Cause she eyed me, five for the A-side
The B-side; three, you see how it be
Rappin' 'em acronym's, backin' 'em backwards
Rappers up to the wall, clap 'em up, kill 'em all
Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up
Ship it out, bring the buzzin' out, that's what this shit about
[Break]
(Peddlin' music on the side)
[Verse 3: Afu-Ra]
Whatever's clever, I guess it's back to the basics
I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix (C'mon)
My mind's stick stone, lyrics to build an empire
And how to capitalize, on the entire
Roll for dollars and cents, it's fucked up
I do this for money, but if I didn't, I'd be hungry
And like I said, music's all that I got
And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock
I'm proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot
Realize it's coming from the way a brother voice drop
Now I can spit sixteen bars, or shoot for the stars
Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far
And all I know, I'm coming for my culture
Life without independence, is like a torture, yup
Hustle hustler, we all gotta hustle, yup
Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on
[Chorus]
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
(Peddlin' music on the side)
We love this music, music
[Outro]
Royce 5'9"
(I love this music)