Intro (B.A.R.S vs. Da Hustla) (Explicit)

Yea you just a performer I was on the corner grindin' the packet
I'm a ryder if there's drama I'm palmin the ratchet
And you could find me in traffic I'm in the streets
10 years ago I was movin' like 10 a week
You just a family man tryin' settle down
You on parole so you scared to hold the metal now
You moved away from the hood I'm in the ghetto now
Yea I grip pipes I jus like how the metal sound
I got the metal now n***a I ain't never scared
How the f**k you run philly and you ain't never there
And I ain't never feared nuttin' but god
You went to jail came home and ain't do nuttin' but hide
But f**k it I'm a ride I mite startin' sparkin' the h
I send rap cats to god like mase
And like the car accident I'll put another scar on your face
But when the 5 clap you ain't gone survive that
Oh you ruthless the record I'm a hustla stupid
Cause jay made more off the record than you did
And swizz made more off the record than you did
So you did somethin' for nuthin' you doofus
I'm to sick for any n***a with 2 lips
And 1 tongue in his mouth I talk to slick
You only got a few hits and a couple fans
And I could probably get you bodied for a couple grand
I caught a murder attempts I had a couple man
But I could knuckle man and knock you out with a couple hands
Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams
You the hustla but I'll show you how to hustle man
Look I'm a give this guy an aplause
But it's alota lies in a lot of his bars
Cause I'm a hustla I sold pies of the raw
Plus the hustla gon ride if it's war
But you the type of boy that'll hide if it's war
So you a nut to me you know you can't f**k with me
And bars you was locked up on protective custody
You like my son but I don't want custody
You a mut to me I'm a pit and you a pup to me
You in the street cause you beat the case luckily
But you ain't tough as me
I'll burn you like a dutch a tree
You a snitch you a rat you a sing you'll hold the note
I live by the rules I was schooled by the older folks
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin' toast
Lords knows even goons get the holy ghost
Yea I believe in Christ but I'll still squeeze a pipe
And I don't even need to write or switch the flow
You n***as know I ain't murda fluke or cysi ro
I'm way sicker yo so who ever supposed to be nice
Get 2 choices the toast or the knife
And if you think you a hustler then you the one smokin' the pipe
Cause you ain't never sold no coke in you life trust me
You must be given money away
If you got 20 strips all doin' twenty a day
'Cause you ain't worth s**t you went gold on your first disc
And I'm a hustla sold less then your first s**t