Intro (B.A.R.S. Vs Da Hustla) [ by Stunna ]

You just a performer, I was on the corner grindin' a packet
I'm a rider, if it's drama, I'm palmin' a ratchet
And you can find me in traffic, I'm in the streets
Ten years ago I was movin' like ten a week
You just a family man, tryin' to 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
Yeah I grip pipes, I just like how the metal sound
I got the metal now, nigga I ain't never scared
How the fuck you run Philly and you ain't never there?
And I ain't never feared nothin' but God
You went to jail, came home, and ain't do nothin' but hide
But fuck it, I'ma ride, I might start sparkin' the H
I send rap cats to God like Ma$e
And like the car accident, I'll put another scar in your face
But when the five clap, you ain't gon' survive that

Oh, you ruthless? The record "I'm a Hustla" was 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 nothin', you doofus
I'm too sick for any nigga with two lips
And one tongue in his mouth, I talk too slick
You only got a few hits and a couple fans
And I could probably get you bodied for a couple grand
I called the murder attempts, I had a couple man
But I can knuckle man and knock you out with a couple hands
Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams
You the hustler, but I'll show you how to hustle man

Look, I'ma give this guy an applause
But it's a lot of lies in a lot of his bars
Cause I'm a hustler, I sold pies of the raw
Plus, the hustler gon' ride if it's war
But you the type of boy that'll hide if it's war
You the type boy that never come outside if it's war
So, you are nothin' to me, you know you can't fuck with me
And bars, you was locked up on protective custody
You like my son, but I don't want custody
You a mutt 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 of tree

You a snitch, you a rat, you will sing, you will hold a note
I sold the coke and smoke weed 'til I'm comatose
I live by the rules, I was schooled by the older folks
I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin' toast
Lord knows even goons get the Holy Ghost
Yeah, I believe in Christ, but I'll still squeeze a pipe
And I don't even need to write, or switch the flow
You niggas know I ain't Murda Fluke or Cicero
I'm way sicker yo, so whoever supposed to be nice
Get two 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 your life
Trust me, you must be givin' money away
If you got twenty strips all doin' twenty a day
Cause you ain't worth shit, you went gold on your first disc
And I'm a hustler so less than your first shit

And now, a word with the former champion, The Hustla
Listen man, I ain't no former champion, I'm still a champion
How do you feel right now?
What you mean how do I feel, man?
I feel real crazy right now, and they robbed the shit out me
I ain't never lost a battle in my life, man
And they gon' say this kid Bars beat me? Come on, man
I want a fuckin' rematch or somethin', man
And now the new champion, Bars, how do you feel right now?
You already know, man, I'm in the best shape of my life
I feel better than I ever felt, man
I already knew I was gonna lean on that kid The Hustla, man
I been through too many trials and tribulations
The Lord let me take a couple steps back
To let me take a lot of steps forward
So you know this my year, man, and I got a story to tell, man
This was the greatest and the most wonderful battle of all time
Yeah, appreciate it man
Please put your hands together for Bars