Artist: Almighty f/ Doe Boy Album: Original S.I.N. (Strength In Numbers) Song: Keep Hustlin' Typed by: DaSun Akbar [Killah Priest] Killah Priest, Son One Doe Boy, M-80, this how we do it Yo, fuzzie weed mixed with rosary beads So I can puff and blow tails of coke sales Smoke L's with the devil laughing Assassin's blowing out gray horoscopes That tells tomorrow hopes as caskets Gun blasting, ratchets, tats across the abdomen Vatican, pass the gin, flash the gems On the neck - skeleton diamonds Felons - secrete indictments Priest - I'm held as the highest With vivid raps Y'all took from the hood now give it back Brothers saying this and that I'm just seating back, relaxing Kicking facts, counting Jackson's Relax, living the Solomistic, hieroglyphics That hydro twisted, this is dead souls revival lyrics Praise the Lord, raise the sword, engage in war The roads are paved before me Chant my name in glory (Chorus) M-80 Hustlin', grindin' Reup put work on consignment Then cash in My clientele is swell I flood the streets like the sewers let loose Know my name rings bells in the game Cuz I'm the truth Keep hustlin', grindin' Reup put work on consignment Then cash in My clientele is swell I flood the streets like the sewers let loose Know my name rings bells in the game Cuz I'm the truth, keep hustlin' [Doe Boy] I was born a hustler, I'ma die a hustler I only ride with hustlers, by my side's a hustler Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king You can't drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring Those that live by the gun gonna die by the bing I'm making deals with the devil; I can buy you a dream I've seen - murder scenes, hoes get done Snitches face down in a puddle of blood Swept under a rug and covered with dirt As tears fall from the eyes of a mother that's hurt I've got blood in my ride and mud on my shirt Yet we both gotta die rather you go first SHIT!!! Just lit a blunt once it's done, I'm leaving Going back to my block 'cause my block needs me I'm always on the clock, get money while I'm sleeping I guess I'll stop while this beat's still breathing Good eating (Chorus) M-80 [Son One] I know losing her base, no plans for the trouble One shot, won't pump fake, one hand on the metal thing Dance with the devil Never ran when they clash wit a clan full of rebels The beef's unsettled, I'd say Keep hustlin', the weak keep struggling Son High Chief good trees stay puffing Born where the hammers blaze Games I don't care to play I write 'cause my words bare gifts like Santa came I do my thing-thing, trying to stack a couple bundles Get acquainted wit Benjamin's, staying on the humble We just getting over, ends overlapping Trying to see the lavish life while these doe is stacking High enough, times is tough, plus the grind is rough Keep your mouth wired shut when the roller's riding up 'Cause it's all or nothing, nothing equals death Death is called the cousin of sleep So live for something, peace! (Chorus) M-80