International Hustler lyrics

Artist  : Freeway 
Song : International Hustler
 


[Verse 1]
Now I go from overseas, back to the
block
Freeway, mother fucker, from the the,
the Roc
Any day you wanna see my get shot of
your strip
Everybody wanna be me, get paid off
the block flip
Scripts move and paid off the
rappin
I'm makin some things happen
You
make an attempt to see me then its
Clip boom,
I'm makin some things matchin, I'm
froze
Stuffy nose, we bounce wit machinery,
ahh
Choo, Free sneeze on you faggots
Here
the clip drop, reload the semi-automatic
Get
popped, then we seize keys like traffic
Box
whip, locksmith, move keys through traffic
I'm
like Boston, George and Blow
Philadelphia
Freeway keep yay from blocks of soap
And y'all
local, we international
Grip rounds everytime I
hit towns

[Chorus - Freeway]
And I hope
y'all hear me in London and France
I tote wax
down there when I ain't luggin the cannon
and
in Mecca I'm bowin, in Hawaii I'm landin
on an
island, smokin and thinkin
I hug blocks in the
United States
I cop cribs in Africa, y'all
can't relate
I kick box in Bancok, shark in
Japan
Play my part, switch vans everytime I
hitman

[Verse 2]
And I, pull dimes
everytime I hit man
Since I'ma little
ludicrous international post dude
And I, post
up where you can't get man
Make hits with
Jigga man, gotta respect dude
Much respect
due, disrespect? you tek food
Feed you to the
bullets in front of your STEPS
Pull it in
front of your PETS
Brains in their bowl, you
pet food
Meanwhile I'm tryin to make MJ
moves
Which one? either I fool
Jordan or
Jackson, but until I get the fortune I'm
snappin
Snatchin, I'll show you how the meat
eyes do
Give up weight, when you show em what
them heat-ers do
Nigga wait, don't be that
rude
You can take weight from anybody if he
think that he that dude
Roc-A-Fella nigga, we
that crew
Shake niggas, And1 mixtape niggas,
we got moves

[Chorus]

[Verse
3]
And the flows SICK damn, man
It's A
Man's World nigga, sit down you girl
niggas
That's why I bring pounds around you
girl niggas
'Case I gotta cock it back and
clap on mother fucka, what
Don't need a pound
to sound you girl niggas
But the pound's loud
sound'll drown you motha fucka's ears
Yeah,
it's Freeway young scarpper
Say my name wrong,
I'll lodge a bullet in your nappy hair
Yeah,
it's the flow of the decade
Studio, backwoods,
'dro and the Pepsi
Do it the best way
I was
thirteen, cockin the tek back, look how the tek
spray
Now I dribble down, V-A mother
fucka
For schizlle you'll see Free my
nizzle
Oh, yeah, don't forget the Way mother
fucka
Any stupid mother fucka in my way gettin
crippled

[Chorus x2]