How To Rob Lyricism Dust in the place, you get snuffed in yo faceuh pass me the dutch if you puffin on hazeand give up the money if you hustlin caineor I put this motherfuckin gun to yo brain.. the fuck with this chain? rusty and fake,probly bought it for your last couple of change,but I look at you and see there's sumthin to gainmy eyes turn green - I come for yo cake..so I sell it back to you for a hundred dollarstake a last puff and then I'm gone like.. "holla"Problem solver, pistol popper, trouble starterMotherfucker, hit a copper, bust the LlamaYou think you spittin hotter but Dust is harderkids don't really wantnah, crush and squash yaThink you better than me? man I'm tired of y'allLine em up and I'll kill em like a firing squadCause I hold the throne on my own..My shit is off the hook like mobile phonesThis ain't Souljha Boy, we don't crank it ova heaWhere not dancin ova hea, we blastin ova heaPut your hands up in the air, it's a stick-upWhatchu got there? that's a nice wristwatchI ain't got all day, put yo fuckin chips upso I can get my dick sucked in sum stripclubAnd somehow I always get to join them bitchesEven if I'm the type to throw coins at strippersI'm puffin cubans and just livin it up..Plus I'll bust the lugers I'm not givin a fuck.