I'm A Hustler
(专辑: Power Of The Dollar - 2000)
Rule number one: Don't go against the
grain Rule number two: Give respect where respect due Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names The
45 will tear you out the
frame It's like the
rich get richer and the
poor don't get fucking thing For me ain't nothing changed, but the
things my money brings My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got plenty money acting like they ain't got bail I
feel for you niggas getting shot while I'm saying this rhyme Or niggas in the
mess hall getting chopped on chow lines An old timer schooled me, said: "Don't burn bridges, my friend Imagine the
G-Dub close and yo' ass gotta swim" I
watch the
fifth melt a
nigga on the
sidewalk in New York Me and shorty stood from afar and had a
talk He said "I told him if he came around I'd clap him, I
gave him my word Look at his head, it's still shaking he had a
lot of nerve" If it wasn't for the
flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a
hustler If it wasn't for the
flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a
hustler Yo when the
feds come in the
game, loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start acting feminine With the
feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke, you get ten, you'll damn near do nine I
hate a
liar more than I
hate thief A
thief is only after my salary, a
liar is after my reality The
streets I
know'em like my ABCs Stay away from the
Ds and stack ya' cheese Try to see three hundred Gs before you see 300Zs Tree top to feel the
breeze, coke connect for keys Yo' bitches sexing me, take me to ecstasy Once I
nut, I
don't want 'em next to me If it's on, mother fucker, believe I'mma ride I'm the
type to swallow my blood before I
swallow my pride Letters on my sweater read DKNY Got grimy niggas running with me from BKNY If it wasn't for the
flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a
hustler If it wasn't for the
flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a
hustler They say I
don't sound like a
killer, well how a
killer sound? I
bet I
grab a
4-pound and back that ass down See many men live, baby, and many men die Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high Here's a
jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the
same, friends always change I
learned quick that there's more than one way to skin a
cat You can get 'em in the
face, dog, or down his back All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest I
fear no man, for death is all that's promised I
got niggas standing in line waiting to hear me spit From '86 to '96 the
game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the
background dying to shine I
hate you like fiends who ask for a
dime for nine Ain't nothing changed in the
game, but faces and names The
state, the
weight, the
date and the
jake If it wasn't for the
flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a
hustler If it wasn't for the
flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a
hustler