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    Take the bodies out
    Take the bodies out
    Take the bodies out
    Call the ambulances

    I'm digging out your grave
    And let rats eat away at your carcass
    You swimmin' in the water where the sharks is
    And it's about to get ugly, retarded
    I'ma give ‘em what they want, you ready?
    Haters bout to get mad, they jelly
    Cuz I'm in this, and you ain't
    The Hustle Standard, Rob Bailey, yeah
    They tell me i'm out of my mind
    But homie I'm fine, tryin'
    Get out of the grind I'm one out of five
    I ain't even got time to die, homie
    That's cuz I'm bona fide
    Modified to bring hell, homicides
    Collar, ties - anyone who wants to try
    I'll leave the beat dead like its Columbine
    I'm proud of mine
    This is the heart of rap
    Rap in the back with a beat and let the beast out
    Until the beat stops like a heart attack
    so let me tell ‘em what I'm gonna do
    Fuck the world with no rubber too
    I'm from New York, south side, bitch
    Reppin' hard, we coming thru

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    Pull up in the Nissan Sentra
    Hundred thousand miles, this whip will last forever
    2 bedroom apartment in the Bronx, backyard and a porch
    Barbequing every weekend like it's the fourth
    Been married for a year, life is feeling great
    we just got a cat, no babies on the way, hey
    I'm doin' it my way
    I could go outside right now and play basketball all day
    I'm not white-boy rich, but I'm happy as shit
    And that's sayin' a lot considering where I've been
    But fuck the passed, I sleep well at night
    Cuz I'm about that life, boy, I'm about that life
    I'm about to tear it up, now

    Everybody back up
    I run this

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    Composition: The Hustle Standard and Rob Bailey

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