C-Real MC - Make It Work Lyrics

(Roger that!)
Make it work
Gotta make it work
Yeah
Gotta make it work
Gotta make it work
Yeah

Yeah
I'm the road runner like beep beep
I keep my feet on these streets
Smashing feets that cats this deep can't defeat
I'm a hustler
Probably clone my customers
And sell them dope shit that don't cost too much
Yes oh! My paddy
Tell them that we're blessed too much
Cos my train of thoughts carries more passengers than metro mass
I get it off my chest like a burst a bust
There's no flexing us
Me and my crew?
Just invest in us
We make money from making money
Faking dummies and feast with hunnies that taste like sweet honey
Life is sweet; diabetes
The problems that I face
I defeat these
And stay as real as the streets be
They call me C to the Hyphen
The dude your chick's liking
I only kill niggas on beats
Don't be frightened
They thought I left
But it excites to be sighted
So I'm delighted for the history I'm re-writing

They wanna copy how I roll so I changed up
They thought I'd never get to grow but I came up
They tryna beat me at this game but remain stuck
And all the niggas that I know don't give a damn fuck
Cos we hustle and hustle for the long days
And we hustled and hustled for the long nights
And we gon hustle and hustle in all ways
And we gon hustle and hustle till it's alright

I see cartoon characters
Rhyme scheme amateurs
Rappers who ain't making real money who be talking shit
You ain't unto this
I'm on another echelon
And I don't know what kinda set you on
But you best be gone
Cos I'm real with this
Not a fake image just to make business
I'm the same homie on the same rep and I'm still winning
So better recognize where the best resides
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Cos we don't patronize all these lies
First they said I was retro
Then they said I was dead dope
Then I killed everyone
Now the rest know
No gidigidi
Me y3 opeimu
Maseimu
And I stayed true cos everyone knows I paid dues
So deuces
I'm on some true shit
No excuses
I'm on some new shit
So competition is useless
This is for the fans
Its that mellow music
With the real rap infusion
Haters
Don't confuse this

They wanna copy how I roll so I changed up
They thought I'd never get to grow but I came up
They tryna beat me at this game but remain stuck
And all the niggas that I know don't give a damn fuck
Cos we hustled and hustled for the long days
And we hustled and hustled for the long nights
And we gon hustle and hustle in all ways
And we gon hustle and hustle till it's alright

When it hurt
I go out for it
And I will do anything, to make it work
Gotta get that money
Gotta get that money
Gotta get that money
Gotta make it work
Gotta get that money
(All the hawkers in the streets yeah you changed up)
Gotta get that money
(All the students in the class yeah you came up)
Gotta get that money
(All my homies getting dubs get your weight up)
Gotta make it work
(And we ain't never gon stop till we make bucks)
(All day, all night)
(All ways)
Gotta get that money
Gotta get that money
Gotta get that money
Make it work