Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
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Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
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Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
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Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
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Move like a king when I roll, hops,
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You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
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You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
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Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
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I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
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In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
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I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
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[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
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So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
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Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
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Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
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Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
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Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
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Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler
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[chorus]
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Hustler
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Hustler
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Hustler
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H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
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(kid drop in)
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Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
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You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.
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You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
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Look at that ring right there,
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I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
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Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
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Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man,
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How can I be down?
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What's up? You say you wanna be down?
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Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
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Out my face, fool I'm the illest,
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Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.
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Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
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So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
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All I think about is keys and Gs
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Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
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That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
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When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.
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Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!
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I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.
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And I'm a hustler.
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H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
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New Jack, New Jack..........
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Here I come, so you better break North,
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As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
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I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
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All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
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Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
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The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
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I learned that in school then I dropped out,
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Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
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I had nothing, and I wanted it.
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You had everything, and you flaunted it.
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Turned the needy into the greedy,
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With cocaine, my success came speedy.
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Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
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Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
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Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
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God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
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But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
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I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
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With my posse, out on the ave,
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Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
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Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
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Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
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So think twice if you're coming down my block,
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You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.
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Pregnant teens, children's screams,
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Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
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You don't come here much, and ya better not.
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Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
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I gotta get more money than you got,
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So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
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That's how the game is played,
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Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
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BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
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My education's low but I got long dough,
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Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
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Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
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My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
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Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
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There'll be another one after me!
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A hustler.
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Hustler.
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H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler.
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New Jack, New Jack......
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New Jack Hustler
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Ice-T |