Ambulances

Take the bodies out

Take the bodies out

Take the bodies out

Call the ambulances

I'm digging out your grave

And let rats eat away at your carcass

You swimmin' in the water where the sharks is

And it's about to get ugly, retarded

I'ma give ‘em what they want, you ready?

Haters bout to get mad, they jelly

Cuz I'm in this, and you ain't

The Hustle Standard, Rob Bailey, yeah

They tell me i'm out of my mind

But homie I'm fine, tryin'

Get out of the grind I'm one out of five

I ain't even got time to die, homie

That's cuz I'm bona fide

Modified to bring hell, homicides

Collar, ties - anyone who wants to try

I'll leave the beat dead like its Columbine

I'm proud of mine

This is the heart of rap

Rap in the back with a beat and let the beast out

Until the beat stops like a heart attack

so let me tell ‘em what I'm gonna do

Fuck the world with no rubber too

I'm from New York, south side, bitch

Reppin' hard, we coming thru

Pull up in the Nissan Sentra

Hundred thousand miles, this whip will last forever

2 bedroom apartment in the Bronx, backyard and a porch

Barbequing every weekend like it's the fourth

Been married for a year, life is feeling great

we just got a cat, no babies on the way, hey

I'm doin' it my way

I could go outside right now and play basketball all day

I'm not white-boy rich, but I'm happy as shit

And that's sayin' a lot considering where I've been

But fuck the passed, I sleep well at night

Cuz I'm about that life, boy, I'm about that life

I'm about to tear it up, now

Everybody back up

I run this