Re; Spike Lee & I hustler

[Terrance]

What is Spike Lee to me? 
He aint evil
he just nuthermutherfucker on TV


The name of the Game 
is beat the Lame
take a nice girl 
and make her live in shame 
don't much matter how she scream and holler
cause dope be my nirvana 
and my god almighty dollar 



I'm the hustler, swear to god
kilt my pastor cause he pressed too hard
kilt the Pope
squashed out Bobby and did Jackie harm
and for a dollar I'll break your granny's arm

I, the hustler, 
kick ass, 

morning, 
noon, 

and nighty night night


pretty, aint pretty, but I bust up Cassius and Liston in a
fight

Climb in the ring with me , son
you gonna wish you was a butterfly 

I'm stinging, 

you better run

I can make Astaire dance and Sinatra croon
Spike Lee can't eat shit off my plastic  spoon



I, the hustler

hoes in jail 
I make bail
I got more than enough to sell

Your broken arm & broken hearted granny 
call my bitches sluts
just a trick for some quick on they busted nuts
cause hoes made to be busted and broken
happen every day in Brooklyn and Oakland

I, hustler, 
aint given no bitches no slack

when Spike Lee call you can get off your back