作曲 : Banks, Bernard, Brown, Hampton ... Yeah, I'm a special kind of ***** with mines, you know? I grind, I gets my paper, you know what I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler They say heaven's for church goers and hell's for the heathens So I'ma just ball the ***** out while I'm breathin' Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that glass ***** Now Sham stay askin' for a dime for 9 I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time Customs is comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all That's that joint what's his name son? I don't remember That Haitian ***** with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November" I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin' Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash If fag-o in the club sonnin', *****z start dumbin' Start shootin' and I ain't strapped, ***** it I'm runnin' I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird The fiends know my name now from standin' on this curb I got blood on my *****rt, and a handful of crack A bunch of lil' *****z with dime sacks in they backpacks Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon' sell our **** regardless You *****z know me, from fillin' up your heron needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go You see them Tennessee tags ***** you already know I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got popped He showed a ***** where his stash was, she told it to the cops Me and Priest had the streets on lock He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten my ***** I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler You know I'm a hustler ey Now I'm headed down South and that's my word I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these birds And if these *****z don't let me sling I'm out there robbin' everything Got a brand new mac, and a P-*****Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the grind9 grams of ******, a 100 grams of coke12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSDAnd a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy Hash, ha*****sh, I bought a sixty-two When I was younger with my crew I had them *****z sniffin' glue It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and Hammer I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends I'm a hustler, ***** I'll sell you a dream I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler
作曲 : Banks, Bernard, Brown, Hampton ... Yeah, I'm a special kind of ***** with mines, you know? I grind, I gets my paper, you know what I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler They say heaven's for church goers and hell's for the heathens So I'ma just ball the ***** out while I'm breathin' Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that glass ***** Now Sham stay askin' for a dime for 9 I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time Customs is comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all That's that joint what's his name son? I don't remember That Haitian ***** with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November" I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin' Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash If fag-o in the club sonnin', *****z start dumbin' Start shootin' and I ain't strapped, ***** it I'm runnin' I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird The fiends know my name now from standin' on this curb I got blood on my *****rt, and a handful of crack A bunch of lil' *****z with dime sacks in they backpacks Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon' sell our **** regardless You *****z know me, from fillin' up your heron needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go You see them Tennessee tags ***** you already know I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got popped He showed a ***** where his stash was, she told it to the cops Me and Priest had the streets on lock He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten my ***** I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler You know I'm a hustler ey Now I'm headed down South and that's my word I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these birds And if these *****z don't let me sling I'm out there robbin' everything Got a brand new mac, and a P-*****Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the grind9 grams of ******, a 100 grams of coke12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSDAnd a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy Hash, ha*****sh, I bought a sixty-two When I was younger with my crew I had them *****z sniffin' glue It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and Hammer I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends I'm a hustler, ***** I'll sell you a dream I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine I'm a bonafide hustler, ***** get out of line, I'll cut ya Me, I'm bout my paper it's *****, ya If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler
