Verse 1 (Supanova):
Supanova's 'bout that scratch, so you can call me dollar bill,
or you can call me gotta have it, 'cause you know that I will.
I'm from the Hustle fam, and you know how we do.
makin moves through the city
we get gritty, but we stay smooth.
Who you know got the skills we do?
who you know better than Nova?
if he is I wrote his rhymes too
I got an alias, call me the most darrangedist it's,
the craziest, when i get up on the mic watch out for flames I spit.
ain't no containin this, I'm too hot
I can't stop till my album in the stores
and my name pop
Respect my hustle and my name
Supa N-O-V-A, the best out of the Mil
alias unexplained
Chorus (Solar):
Call me whatever you like, it really don't matter.
Just as long as you peel your pockets and give me the batter.
Everything is gonna be alright, everything is gonna be alright.
Call me whatever you like, I really don't care.
Just as long as when I come, all my money is there.
Everything is gonna be alright, everything is gonna be alright.
Verse 2 (Fik):
Well, they might as well call me he's comin',
'cause everytime I hit the cash spot, ready or not,
that's what my foes are yellin' out while they're runnin'.
They know Tony Nickols is on the prawl,
and despite what you think, I'm on the brink, of an all out brawl.
Some call me Taco bell, 'cause I make runs for the border.
Makin' so much change, I'll upgrade to Tony Quarter.
The horror, the horror, I'm the Jason of the streets,
'cause my hustle is the strongest on Friday the 15th.
Folks don't understand, I've got a tight grip on this game,
I'm connected, inducted in the hustle hall of fame.
That's why they call me midnight,
not because I can't be seen, but because you can't see me.
Me and my crew's about to do the things that we do best,
and your simply, strugglin', just, tryna contest.
Your best bet, is to give up and call it a night,
and everything is gonna be alright.
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Supanova)
I got a hustle in these streets,
spit dirty on these beats.
(Fik)
My fam has got my back,
and we're plannin your defeat
(Supanova)
We're hushin' those who speak,
dirty 'bout us in this game
(Fik)
Your crews been rearranged,
we're serious about this game.
Leave your mother in tears
and your father in shame.
(Supanova)
You'd better use your brain
or I'm knockin out your frame.
(together)
I H forever, aint nothing gonna change.
Chorus