Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
Comin′ with them hits, I feel like Russell
My team know the play, don't need no huddleBoy I promise you don′t want no trouble
Been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Since a youngin' been gunnin' these rappers
Hitta
Starving up in them apartments
The records retarded, I′m going the hardest
Hitta
Dragging these bodies I feel like a dragon
Killin′ artists, I am coldhearted
Hitta
Came with a vengeance so this is revenge
For those who say I shouldn't have started
Hitta
Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Comin′ with them hits, I feel like Russell
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
My team know the play, don't need no huddle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Boy I promise you don′t want no trouble
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Comin' with them hits, I feel like Russell
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
My team know the play, don′t need no huddle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Boy I promise you don't want no trouble
Came from the bottom, a city like Sodom
Where niggas be plotting to get ya
Hitta
Nobody snitchin' so when you get shot up
Just know ain′t no one coming with ya
Hitta
Niggas be fronting and acting all hard
But won′t step out on the boulevard
Hitta
I got jumped back in middle school
Can't hide from the bully yard
Hitta
Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Comin′ with them hits, I feel like Russell
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
My team know the play, don't need no huddle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Boy I promise you don′t want no trouble
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Comin' with them hits, I feel like Russell
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
My team know the play, don′t need no huddle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Boy I promise you don't want no trouble
Lil homie with some empty pockets
Window shopping outfits wishing he could cop it
Thinkin' maybe he should get a gun and cock it
At a cashier and tell em to unlock it
Whoa...
Momma said stay in the crib
But her lil baby grew outta the bib
He was tryna be street smart
Where you can′t last with a weak heart
And police cars light the night scene
By the peak of it... you mighta seen
Breaking news on the TV screen
From D-Town up to Village Green
Where they smoking green, getting in routine
Chopping smithereens like a guillotine
And they sippin′ lean outta canteens
In they early teens, turning into fiends
Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Comin' with them hits, I feel like Russell
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
My team know the play, don′t need no huddle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Boy I promise you don't want no trouble
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Swinging for the fence like Charlie Hustle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Comin′ with them hits, I feel like Russell
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
My team know the play, don't need no huddle
(Hitta, Hitta, hitta)
Boy I promise you don′t want no trouble
