Where's Your Hustle?
Marc Live Lyrics
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[Chorus x2: Marc Live]
Where's your hustle? Where you from?
What's your street rep? What have you done?
I don't know you yet, you're not a legend
Fuck your block, you a regular nigga
Yo... this is my brand new debut
Welcome to my, twisted life, you'll risk your life
I grew up where the streets are dark
And - kids sell and go to hell in one night
And chicks snitch so quick, yo in milliseconds
The villains home invade, comin to get'cha
My whole level is, gutterest
Dead to rights, no strings attached
Uhh, but not the fun and games
Niggaz is backwards, I rip their backs off
Yeah, your team is not thorough
Studio kingpin, I'm pullin your ink pen
Stop writin (stop writin...)
And if you write in your head, stop thinkin
Stop talkin (uhh...)
You Sean Penn nigga, "Dead Man Walking"
[Chorus]
[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Nigga we shut shit down like the marshalls
Padlock and chain, dead cock, padlock your brain
Cats with keys/ki's get chased out the street
BAM! Ran over by my man Landrover Jeep
I creep, stand over with heat
The plan, ran closer to handover your plan folder to me
So respect it, I'm deeply connected
I'm a survivor, three feet under the street wreckage
I side spectate, Cartier square look
Then Columbine everybody in the yearbook
Cats tellin me they next to acquire
But I respected, reconnected the wire, stupid step in the fire
I'ma do you fouler than Amadou
Roll past you slow gas you drop heat, and watch the fire follow you
Who sellin you dreams of cottonest sheet
Nigga I catch you in your nightmare and rock you to sleep, nigga
[Chorus]
[Marc Live]
Yo, you do regular things, you hug the block
Every weekend you hug the glock - sucka
You're too scared to, make it happen
I know killers that'll you make you happen - uhh
Look, you won't get it from rappin
This is real life, real shit - yeah
Real Desert Eagle, real people
C'mon yo there's just no sequel
Look, you a full time groupie
I'm soldier nigga, gone off looseleaf
Four star general
You know me, respect me, so salute me
Niggaz I blow the game up
Stop playin kid, I'll blow your frame up
And yo, you lame as fuck
I'm veteran, real nigga, get your game up
[Chorus x2]
The lyrics to Marc Live's song "Where's Your Hustle?" featuring Smoothe Da Hustler highlight the gritty reality of life on the streets. The chorus poses the question, "Where's your hustle?" emphasizing the importance of reputation and respect in the rough world of inner-city life. Marc Live's verses describe how he grew up in a world where some kids sell drugs and end up dead in a single night. He also touches on how fast people snitch and how villains commit home invasions. He talks about how he is a "studio kingpin," and he'll stop anyone who writes their head down or speaks without thinking like Sean Penn in "Dead Man Walking." He emphasizes that he is no ordinary person, and you shouldn't mess with him and his team.
Smoothe Da Hustler's verse is equally intense as he describes how he shuts down everything like the marshals and deadlocks people's brains. He mentions how he has a strong street presence, and anyone who thinks that they can acquire his respect is foolish. In the end, they will suffer the consequences. Smoothe is no average person, and he confirms this by threatening to do anything and everything to his enemies.
The "Where's Your Hustle?" lyrics are unapologetically raw, and the two talented rappers describe a world of violence, danger, and survival. They push the boundaries of what's acceptable in society but vividly represent the reality for many people. Overall, these lyrics are a reflection of the harsh truth of inner-city life.
Line by Line Meaning
Where's your hustle? Where you from?
What have you achieved so far? What is your origin story?
What's your street rep? What have you done?
What is your reputation in the streets? What have been your notable accomplishments?
I don't know you yet, you're not a legend
I don't recognize you as one of the greats yet
Fuck your block, you a regular nigga
Your neighborhood doesn't define who you are, you're an ordinary person
Yo... this is my brand new debut
Hey everyone, this is my first song
Welcome to my, twisted life, you'll risk your life
My life has been filled with danger and I'm sharing that with you through my music
I grew up where the streets are dark
I come from a rough area
And - kids sell and go to hell in one night
Children sell drugs and end up dead in a single night
And chicks snitch so quick, yo in milliseconds
Women betray their friends and associates very quickly
The villains home invade, comin to get'cha
Criminals break into your home to rob you
My whole level is, gutterest
My lifestyle is incredibly low and gritty
Dead to rights, no strings attached
You're definitely guilty with no way to argue your way out of it
Niggaz is backwards, I rip their backs off
Some people are hating on my success, but I remove them from my life
Yeah, your team is not thorough
Your friends and associates are not as trustworthy as you think they are
Studio kingpin, I'm pullin your ink pen
I am the most powerful person in the recording studio
Stop writin (stop writin...)
Stop writing rhymes because it's clear that you're not as skilled as you think you are
And if you write in your head, stop thinkin
Even if you're just thinking about writing a rhyme, stop because you're not good enough
Stop talkin (uhh...)
Don't bother talking your way out of it, you're not convincing anyone
You Sean Penn nigga, "Dead Man Walking"
You're in big trouble and everyone sees it
Nigga we shut shit down like the marshalls
We have a lot of power and can stop things if we want to
Padlock and chain, dead cock, padlock your brain
We are ruthless and will lock you up completely, physically and mentally
Cats with keys/ki's get chased out the street
People with drugs get kicked out of the neighborhood
BAM! Ran over by my man Landrover Jeep
We are willing to use violence to get what we want
I creep, stand over with heat
I move quietly and quickly with my weapon
The plan, ran closer to handover your plan folder to me
I'm taking control of your plans and you have no choice but to surrender them to me
So respect it, I'm deeply connected
You need to show me respect because I have a lot of connections
I'm a survivor, three feet under the street wreckage
I'm a survivor of very difficult times and situations
I side spectate, Cartier square look
I observe from the sidelines and watch things unfold from a distance
Then Columbine everybody in the yearbook
I attack everyone in the area like the tragedy at Columbine High School
Cats tellin me they next to acquire
People are telling me they're the next big thing
But I respected, reconnected the wire, stupid step in the fire
I know better than them and have made the necessary connections to become successful; they're about to face consequences for crossing me
I'ma do you fouler than Amadou
I will hurt you worse than the police brutality case involving Amadou Diallo
Roll past you slow gas you drop heat, and watch the fire follow you
I'll drive past you slowly, shoot at you, and watch as the chaos ensues
Who sellin you dreams of cottonest sheet
Who is lying to you and giving you false hope?
Nigga I catch you in your nightmare and rock you to sleep, nigga
I'm so dangerous that even in your dreams, I can hurt you
You do regular things, you hug the block
You're not doing anything special, just hanging around your neighborhood
Every weekend you hug the glock - sucka
You carry a gun and act like a tough guy, but you're really just a loser
You're too scared to, make it happen
You're afraid to take risks and chase your dreams
I know killers that'll you make you happen - uhh
I know people who can make things happen for you or can make you disappear
Look, you won't get it from rappin
You won't be successful in the music industry just by rapping
This is real life, real shit - yeah
I'm telling you the truth about my experiences, not just making stuff up for entertainment
Real Desert Eagle, real people
I have real weapons and real enemies
C'mon yo there's just no sequel
There's no competition or comparison when it comes to my skills and abilities
You a full time groupie
You spend all your time following and admiring other artists
I'm soldier nigga, gone off looseleaf
I'm a warrior and I write lyrics on the fly
Four star general
I'm in charge and I have the power to control everything
You know me, respect me, so salute me
You're aware of who I am and what I've accomplished, so show me respect
Niggaz I blow the game up
I'm about to revolutionize the music industry and change everything
Stop playin kid, I'll blow your frame up
Stop messing around or I'll take you out
And yo, you lame as fuck
You're extremely uncool and unimpressive
I'm veteran, real nigga, get your game up
I'm a seasoned professional and a genuine person, you need to step up your game
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