Song Lyrics

Give a f*ck what Explainchya heard
Yeah f*ck whatchya heard
Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
What, what
But you dont hear me though

Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatch you know
'Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

(Hustle bones comin' out my mouth)

That hot lic a shot
Never not strapped
Wit a Glock tongue cocked
Run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious molotov
Cocktailin' sound bomb a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs

Stuck on the fence
How does it feel
It don't make sense
Nothing is

That rip you a new one trick I'm the true one,
And only never know me never will no son.. leave ya laid out ta fade out
Show a cunt the door
Hit and run
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

(Hustle bones comin' out my mouth)

That can't wait ta blast
Blood stained knuckle brass gives a f*ck sick wit it flav on
That ex con
Hard to da bone
Darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond

Eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin' soft while I ride that bomb
Dr. Strangelove
Into the sun
Look no hands megatons
Rode like man we can't lose
No shit, no shit

That hit it till it drip wit
Da blood of the raw way
It was fore dem forgot
Why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
F*ck da wrong way
Only one real way to work
That shit out da
Beat street spit
Über freaked heat lit
Hell flame to your brain
Blood thirst
What what
Run it back, run it

Run up bitch ta da death
Get gripped
My steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatch you know
'Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

(Hustle bones comin' out my mouth)

Criminal intent anti-legal ill
Thief in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
Run it back, run it

Andrew Morin, Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill

The duration of Hustle Bones is 3:12 minutes and seconds.