(playing off the last line by dinnude)
("Soul of a Hustler" by SunN.Y. beat fades in)

But until the end of the game keep these chimps grinnin//
hit the block and make a name in your claim to fame, ice gliscnin//
mouth full of bags of blows, selling poison to these skags and hoes//
you a gangsta but doing your dirt right next to some hags and moes//
hope you remember doe that Keysha got a hazardous flow//
and the code on the streets requiring you to respect the hood//
but if you disrespect you'll see the tech raise and you'll be blessed with wood//
resting in a 6 ft hole in the dirt while people wondering how you blew your skirt//
skee-o's watching blood come out your dome in splurts, it's how the game works//
Yep....
You aint a christian but praying to God, "Why didn't the slugs miss me"//
but it's okay, Jesus is coming and believe me you might want to look busy//



Chica-ugn