[50 Cent]
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Yeah, i'm a special kinda nigga with mine's
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I grind, i get's paper, you know what i mean?
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Hahaha
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
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They heaven's for the church go'ers, and hell's for the heathens
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So im'a just ball the fuck out, while i'm breathin
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8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip?
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Crack spots, smokey fiends, suckin on that glass dick
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Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine
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I tell you what, i hook you up, this one last time
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Custody's comin', son is pumpin, watch the packs disolve
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Save reciedo some food stamps, we stackin' it off
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Past that joint, whats his name son? i dont remember
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The haitian nigga with the guitar that sang "gone in november"
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I do a buck 40 in the rain, hydro plainin'
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Now we can get diablo, candy-painted
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Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash
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Hit the hazards, hit the a.c., then it come out the dash
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If i go in the club son, and niggas start dumbin'
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Start shootin n' i ain't straped, fuck it, i'm runnin'
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
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[Young Buck]
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I been out here for too long, i deserve to get a bird
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The fiend's know my name now, from standin' on this curb
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I got blood on my shirt, and a hand full of crack
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A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sack's in they backpacks
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Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the projects
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You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless
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Niggas know me, from fillin up ya' heroine needles
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I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english
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We ain't scared of the road, we just get it and go
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When you see them tennessee tags nigga, you already know
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I don't trust no hoes, thats how 't got pop'd
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He told the bitch where his stash was, he told it to the cops
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Me and preist had the streets on lock
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He'd break down the blocks, i'd open up shop, 'round the clock
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And i ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
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We at it again, we gettin' it for 10, my nigga
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[50 Cent]
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
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[Tony Yayo]
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Now i'm headed down south and that's my word
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I'm on a greyhound, 'bout to move these birds
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And if these niggas don't let me slingi'm out there robbin' everything
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Got a brand new mack and a p-89
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Yeah he's a hustler, man i stay on the grind
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9 grams of heroine, 100 grams of coke
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12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke
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3 gal's of dust juice, and a tank of l.s.d.
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And a 1000 pills of every kind of exstacy
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Hash, Ha-sheesh, i bought a '62
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When i was younger with my crew
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I had them niggas sniffin glue
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It's 40 cinnagrams, to them trucka's and bammer's
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And i can chef up a miricle with arm & hammer
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I'm a hustler, man i supply the fiends
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I'm a hustler, nigga ill sell you a dream
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[50 Cent]
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine
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I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line ill cut ya'
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Me, i'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya'
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If you play games with mine, ill come at you from behind
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With my nine, i'm a bonafide hustler
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Bonafide Hustler Featuring 50 Cent & Tony Yayo
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| Young Buck |
