Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard, Drew Boogie - Ambulances (feat. Drew Boogie)

Take the bodies out Take the bodies out Take the bodies out Call the ambulances I'm digging out your grave And let rats eat away at your carcass You swimmin' in the water where the sharks is And it's about to get ugly, retarded I'ma give 'em what they want, you ready? Haters bout to get mad, they jelly Cuz I'm in this, and you ain't The Hustle Standard, Rob Bailey, yeah They tell me i'm out of my mind But homie I'm fine, tryin' Get out of the grind I'm one out of five I ain't even got time to die, homie That's cuz I'm bona fide Modified to bring hell, homicides Collar, ties - anyone who wants to try I'll leave the beat dead like its Columbine I'm proud of mine This is the heart of rap Rap in the back with a beat and let the beast out Until the beat stops like a heart attack So let me tell 'em what I'm gonna do Fuck the world with no rubber too I'm from New York, south side, bitch Reppin' hard, we coming thru Pull up in the Nissan Sentra Hundred thousand miles, this whip will last forever 2 bedroom apartment in the Bronx, backyard and a porch Barbequing every weekend like it's the fourth Been married for a year, life is feeling great We just got a cat, no babies on the way, hey I'm doin' it my way I could go outside right now and play basketball all day I'm not white-boy rich, but I'm happy as shit And that's sayin' a lot considering where I've been But fuck the passed, I sleep well at night Cuz I'm about that life, boy, I'm about that life I'm about to tear it up, now Everybody back up I run this