Muscle Game

Lyrics

[Intro: Mark Curry, (Diddy)] Yeah, uh... uh-oh, startin' to feel this Ah, yeah, startin' to feel it (Nigga, this crazy) [Verse 1: Black Rob] Yo, who these cats think they is Takin' they business 'round here? Yo, dawg, don't even go there This is ours, we built this from the ground on up Now it's flowers, I think you best to round on up Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin' large It's non-cipher, that's because B.R.'s in charge The set here – cats is known for gettin' wet here And left here, 'til the cops come pick 'em up [Verse 2: Mark Curry] You're steppin' to territory that's corrupt, pushin' your luck Intrudin' where shit's already sewed up – nigga, fold up You and your two amigos'll get slain This ain't the place to try to gain fame from You gets burnt in the streets, a nigga worked hard to make And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it alive for his own sake They better vacate promptly 'Fore they get they ass stomped – listen, take heed To what we sayin', niggas [Chorus: Mario Winans] If you don't have the muscle (Muscle game) Then you gotta have hustle (Muscle game) If you don't have the muscle (Muscle game) Then you gotta have hustle (Muscle game) (We lay down the muscle game) [Collision: Diddy] You see, in this game... Only the strong will survive And the weak shall perish See, a lot of cats think with they brawn, not with they brain Heh... c'mon, man Fuck with me, I'll drop a million dollars on your head Erase you and your whole family, beeyatch Come on – now that's muscle [Verse 3: Black Rob] We won't lie, sometimes, we stick 'em up Last time it wasn't us, though – word life, them hoes did 'em up And nine Glocks hit 'em up How I know it was your dough? 'Cause I was right there when they split it up See, I could tell you where to find the corpse But that cheddar? I'm afraid, dawg, that's gone forever [Verse 4: Mark Curry] Greed for wealth got us stingy We got a spot that's hot, niggas envy The fact we clock mad dough They wanna see us shut down – but, no I don't think so, the crew is still rakin' in the cash flow For every dime bag sold on this block, we want in One slung behind the back, it's under the skin When niggas try to step to the block and Bogart We can't see it happenin', warned 'em first, "Get the fuck out of Dodge" Better believe that Test it – and see if we don't put you on your back, niggas [Chorus: Mario Winans] If you don't have the muscle (Muscle game) Then you gotta have hustle (Muscle game) If you don't have the muscle (Muscle game) Then you gotta have hustle (It's all in the muscle game) (We lay down the muscle game) [Collision: Diddy] See, talk is cheap, but Bad Boys move in silence You ain't even gon' hear me comin'... heh, heh You just gonna wake up with a bunch of angels flyin' around your head You feel me? You're dealin' with another type of muscle [Verse 5: Black Rob, (Diddy)] Now bein' that it's all-out war I'm bringin more than that 4-4 (Come on, take that, take that, take that, take that) Watch me dispose of all y'all Y'all fraud-ass niggas, tape-made-me-bored-ass niggas Gun-bigger-than-sword-ass niggas Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns Two at a time, comin' for mine like it's on, nigga, CBS He can't be serious, finesse He don't believe I keep the gun and the vest [Verse 6: Mark Curry, (Diddy)] You think you can destroy this empire we built from scratch? You're stupid I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is (Ha-hah) We got defense for this area Try to attack, mad niggas on the barriers Just dyin' to blast back, bitch There'll be no givin' and no takin' Definitely no breakin' – laws we lay down, here's the situation: Severe torture is what those who offend us face (C'mon... and we won't stop... that's right) I show no love for a punk-ass nigga we hate Tryin' to play Nino Brown, then come up missin'? Happens to hard-headed niggas when they don't listen I gave ya fair warnin' bout the danger you're messin' with A stranger invadin' a street corner's a goner Try me, if you think it's a lie The attitude many niggas have But in the process, many die Thinkin' they can step to the block and Bogart I couldn't see it happenin' – warned 'em first, "Get the fuck outta Dodge" (Get the fuck outta Dodge) [Chorus: Mario Winans] If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle (It's all in the muscle game) If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle (It's all in the muscle game) If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle (It's all in the muscle game) If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle (It's all in the muscle game) If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle [Collision: Diddy] This is our game right here We ain't playin' with you weak niggas Come on, now... I been doin' this for too long, man If you ain't got the muscle, better have that hustle It's 1999... no more mister nice guy Been nice too long I'm just gon' start makin' y'all niggas disappear, man First, I'm gonna take your records off the radio Then I'm gon' motherfuckin'... erase your social security number You know... take your birth certificate out the files And I'ma do that to your whole fucking family Ain't gonna have no mercy for you – you understand? No mister nice guy If you ain't got the muscle, you'd better have the hustle Keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut, beeyatch [Outro: Mario Winans] If you don't have the muscle Then you gotta have hustle