[Intro: Shabazz the Disciple] Word, Thug Bible chapter thirteen Another Red Hook Crime Family jewel Niggas be runnin they mouth on the phone Shits be tapped, Deal with it
[Chorus 1: Shabazz the Disciple] To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money And rappers in this industry, Make sure you stack bail money
[Shabazz the Disciple] Ayo we used to bag it up after we chop it Put it on the block make a profit Raise street value, Corner the market Hit you with some hot shit when we cock it Chase shook workers, Shake down their pockets Blast em up leave em butt naked with swollen sockets Me and pump was quick to snuff once we puff the chocolate Ran funky's spot till the feds pad locked it Multiple indictment cases called from a ??? Family blew trial, Juvenile went to ??? Came home the game was cold, Started diggin pockets Icy chains with trains, Hit the pawn shot the ??? Now we cook albums like these fiends cop it The shot it in their vein like heron when we pop it Hustle all night make the sales sky rocket His rap sale money is like crack sale money Industry's like jail nigga stack bail money
[Chorus 2: Shabazz the Disciple] So if you hustle in the streets, Make sure you stack bail money To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money To all my hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money And rappers in this industry, Make sure you stack bail money
[Shabazz the Disciple] In this hip hop casino son we get the red carpet Whoever in this game got the bank I'ma stop it Roll the dice playa, Grab you deal and try to top it Winner takes all, Toast bubbly when we pop it Product aint hot think your labels gonna drop it Industry conspiracy, Sometimes they cock block it Put it out myself aint waste time tryna shop it CEO money, Niggas chance the stock market It's time to get swollie rock a rollie in a whip And play it like Toby, All them hoes be on the strip That's why we bag it up on that, Hustle, Nickels are wax A CD's a twenty son, A dimes a cassette It's all the same hustle, Fuck with my money I'm bust you Kick in the door and let the street team rush you You never know when you might have to catch a case That's why I keep the brown paper bag stashed in the safe
[Chorus 2]
[Shabazz the Disciple] Judges be using bails to extort king pins When Lieutenants turn informant then your drug ring ends Make sure your family feeds, I hope you have wicked roots When niggas thank you for the loot you better have the heart to shoot I seen to many niggas get hung fuckin with legal aids Like legal slaves that Pharaoh caught in the medieval age Black males, Packed jails because of crack sales They'd ask to be home now if they woulda stacked for bail Homicide be on patrol with your photo on they lap Got twenty five with no parole, ??? and after that Nigga get a paid lawyer, And bail out your workers If you let them niggas fry they gonna snitch with a purpose Talkers catch one up in they tonsil, Or leave em horizontal If you squeeze first I'ma haunt you We usally clap em for that brick, Clap em if you feel funny Keep that alibi nigga and stack bail money
[Prelude: Shabazz the Disciple] Word, To all my niggas with the gatling under the mattress Paper bags stashed in the safe Never know you might catch a case, Word
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[Chorus 1: Shabazz the Disciple] To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money And rappers in this industry, Make sure you stack bail money
[Shabazz the Disciple] Ayo we used to bag it up after we chop it Put it on the block make a profit Raise street value, Corner the market Hit you with some hot shit when we cock it Chase shook workers, Shake down their pockets Blast em up leave em butt naked with swollen sockets Me and pump was quick to snuff once we puff the chocolate Ran funky's spot till the feds pad locked it Multiple indictment cases called from a ??? Family blew trial, Juvenile went to ??? Came home the game was cold, Started diggin pockets Icy chains with trains, Hit the pawn shot the ??? Now we cook albums like these fiends cop it The shot it in their vein like heron when we pop it Hustle all night make the sales sky rocket His rap sale money is like crack sale money Industry's like jail nigga stack bail money
[Chorus 2: Shabazz the Disciple] So if you hustle in the streets, Make sure you stack bail money To all the hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money To all my hustlers in the street, Make sure you stack bail money And rappers in this industry, Make sure you stack bail money
[Shabazz the Disciple] In this hip hop casino son we get the red carpet Whoever in this game got the bank I'ma stop it Roll the dice playa, Grab you deal and try to top it Winner takes all, Toast bubbly when we pop it Product aint hot think your labels gonna drop it Industry conspiracy, Sometimes they cock block it Put it out myself aint waste time tryna shop it CEO money, Niggas chance the stock market It's time to get swollie rock a rollie in a whip And play it like Toby, All them hoes be on the strip That's why we bag it up on that, Hustle, Nickels are wax A CD's a twenty son, A dimes a cassette It's all the same hustle, Fuck with my money I'm bust you Kick in the door and let the street team rush you You never know when you might have to catch a case That's why I keep the brown paper bag stashed in the safe
[Chorus 2]
[Shabazz the Disciple] Judges be using bails to extort king pins When Lieutenants turn informant then your drug ring ends Make sure your family feeds, I hope you have wicked roots When niggas thank you for the loot you better have the heart to shoot I seen to many niggas get hung fuckin with legal aids Like legal slaves that Pharaoh caught in the medieval age Black males, Packed jails because of crack sales They'd ask to be home now if they woulda stacked for bail Homicide be on patrol with your photo on they lap Got twenty five with no parole, ??? and after that Nigga get a paid lawyer, And bail out your workers If you let them niggas fry they gonna snitch with a purpose Talkers catch one up in they tonsil, Or leave em horizontal If you squeeze first I'ma haunt you We usally clap em for that brick, Clap em if you feel funny Keep that alibi nigga and stack bail money
[Prelude: Shabazz the Disciple] Word, To all my niggas with the gatling under the mattress Paper bags stashed in the safe Never know you might catch a case, Word
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