Artist: C-Tera f/ Shyheim
Album:  n/a
Song:   Keep Hustlin'
Typed by: Davida.b.

[Intro: C-Tera (shyheim)]
Yeah (Yeaah) alot of niggas try to hold me down man
But I been building for too motherfucking long
(I know I know, cuz niggas filled with envy)
And this beat is real militant man, it reminds me of my hood
Just asthmatic, asthmatic, and all these hard times
And why I won't let you niggas make me stop, uh uh

[C-Tera]
I'm my own rhyme masterbater, tax evader, law breaker
Speeding through red lights, call task force for radar
They pickin me up, signal high on my headlights
Shine bright like Vegas on fight night
Think it's all hype homie, well believe it
Life's a bitch, I'mma fuck her till I break even
I ain't leavin until I get a piece of the dome
Many decisions to be made, which way do I go
I'm never slippin, I keep a nine, hater fa sho
Thug walkin, thug talkin with the spectacles
Lotta women in the world, butI'm lookin for hoes
And I'm flippen them o's like I'm flipping my flow
Never the same, never leaving, true to the game
C-Tera muthafucka, now remember the name

[Chorus X2: Shyheim]
C-Tera my nigga, keep hustlin
C-Tera I know you just like me my nigga, hate strugglin
Keys, punds, ecstasy by the thous
My nigga, keep bubblin

[C-Tera]
It's elementary, evidently, we all wanna push Bentlies
We keep coming up empty, making wrong moves
Recruiting wrong dudes, homie we all lose
My brother's in jail, he's speaking the truth
I make the world get high, my razor was booth
Get tints, bullets don't penetrate but they indent
Guess it's time to change my style, get money in cents
Get paid, leaving silly hoes in a school daze
Ninety Nine new ways to die in a millenium
The end is here, ain't no need for revenging them
The hungry surivive, the thirsty stay strong
Hold your head lil man, once again it's on
Grab your guns and your petites and hide in the league
Police like the ??? don't wanna just squeeze
Sprayin forty one shots across blocks
They go to court, face a judge, and the case gets dropped

[Chorus X2]

[Shyheim]
Walking on thin ice, story of my life
I'm fittin on the mic, dark coming to the light
I'm built for the fight, heavyweight in every way
Got a scar from a blade, left side of my face
Deaf in one ear from the bomb in the cage
I laid in the rain bringin pain to Elaine
You don't get the picture, get the fuck out my frame
I'm hard like Rock Cafe, ok
Wanna play dirty? Shimmy Shimmy Ya, Shimmy Yeah, Shimmy Yay
Got popped like pills at a rave
I bang the bottom like a tight jump
Numbers on ya biz, thats a wanna be cop
You ain't in my embassy, you don't wanna be stomped
Like Shy The Don, I'm at the sharp bar
Drinkin Bellvue with ???
Tryin to gett this nigga to sell me some triddacks
To put my niggas on the map, Staten Island renegade
I ain't never been afraid, like pussy getting fucked, catch AIDS, nigga

[Chorus X2]