Cancion : Ain't Both (MLK) Artista : Hustle Gang Album : G.D.O.D. II Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-aint-both-mlk-de-hustle-gang [Intro] Ay real talk nigga dig this I'm serious man [Hook: T.I.] Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can't Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain't It ain't both, it can't be both You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz It ain't both, it can't be both [Verse 1: T.I.] I'm either ball deep in it or I'll accept the fact I'm finished Demanding my respect when all these other rappers timid Try me I'll bust a nigga ass in a minute I'm just dyin' to ain't bust a nigga ass in a minute I handle my business no mask when i did it Just Latex gloves and trash bags when I'm finished Shit you talk in your rhymes I really know how to do it You braggin about a nine you know you ain't gon shoot it You know you don't wanna kill a man But then again scary nigga kill quicka, George Zimmerman And Lord knows I be trying to be the bigger man But one of you niggas try me I'm headed to the pen again Stand up count, razor in my mouth Shank a nigga ass on the yard and I'm out We been know for keeping bails of kush and bricks of hard at the house And we made it out of that what we arguing about nigga? [Hook: T.I.] Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can't Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain't It ain't both, it can't be both You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz It ain't both, it can't be both [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Labor Day, Murciélago, everything elegant Somewhere getting paper while pussy niggas irrelevant Double barrel shotty's with nostrils big as an elephant Leave spiritual and physical floating like you was Heaven sent Black hand jack your face hiding under this beanie Run up in you spot, wish a nigga would, fuck a genie Haters catch execution like Benito Mussolini Fuck the world like a Makaveli son of Misifini Niggas say they banging, when it's pressure they a businessman You out of bounds, fuck around and get charged like a sentence man You either gangster out you ain't, fuck thinking about it You and every pussy on you ship gonna end up sinkin out it I die for my reputation get rejected Knowing its a plague of fuck niggas leavin shit infected I'm holding court off in these streets, get your issue swept Jump out on them with this P-90 leave them to plead the fifth [Hook 2: T.I.] You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz It ain't both, it can't be both [Verse 3: Dro] Ak-47 to your face, boy im dead wrong Bullet to your dome for niggas thinking they head strong Catch him with them Beats by Dre headsets on If he ain't listen throw one up in his headphone Haah Which one is you workin? Say you pushing a Benz but you can't buy your bitch a Birkin You a pussy that's for certain And everybody feeling me I got these niggas nervous, gorilla nigga really thin Testarosa shit you mad cause im kosher huh Blue diamonds in the charm, look like the ocean huh 50 keys nightly, wrists brightly If you don't like the way that I'm kickin it come and fight me Keep hollin' about you the man, but your hand out While we was over seas buying keys til they ran out See me in the 'vette tearing up the asphalt Playing with a Hustle Gang nigga knock his ass off [Hook 3: T.I.] Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can't Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain't It ain't both, it can't be both [Verse 4: Spodee] Business is business, packages shipping No limit on spending, I'm in Fifth and Saks with the women A chemist in kitchens I was cooking crack when a nigga was really 'posed to be timid I really deserve a sentence Bagging bitches is a talent, smart as devoted leaders On probation for ten years and still hold heatas Let a stupid nigga try Spodee, I'mma punch him in his face If I can't beat him I'mma draw down with a forty And these days bitches wanna bow down and adore me I feed haters shit while eating shrimp, they mouth water I keep potato chips with cheese dip in that order A nigga hate on me I take his bitch past Florida And you know that she ain't been nowhere I really don't care, all a nigga really want is some head, I'mma watch your hair I'mma be so fair, I got the whole city ridin with me ?? [Verse 5: Doe B] Sucker niggas playing both sides, I'm straight as a bow tie Point blank dead center, down the middle, bulls eye Get familiar with a real nigga no cosign Stand up guy like the roll tide o-line Protecting my land if you ain't dying with honors then You less of a man, nigga you a Juwanna-man I came, I saw, I conquered And my only fear is to slip and die on my momma land It's a jungle man You got rats, you got snakes out here You got lions, you got apes out here These niggas lying they so fake out here Like them dead presidents ?? [Hook: T.I.] Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can't Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain't It ain't both, it can't be both You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz It ain't both, it can't be both ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================