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Fat Joe
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Hustlin'
作词:Joseph Cartagena, N Loftin
Uh, T.S.! None better Life of a hustler Yo, yo, yo
Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin' customers and keep it free, suspended in time Pop another thug that's tryin' to stop a scream but they dyin' Hoppin' all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines
They got that energy, confident and always aware Who's watchin' them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year And just, nod and stare and show no fear
'Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you They too hot so catchin' a body's too crucial If you a hustler, I know you relate Whether you home base or go out of state, this shit is real
And you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels Some be creepin', some be squealing on the deal with the F E D Some of them sleep in six feet 'cause they skrilled
Fuckin' with hustlers you see us in the clubs Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers a little thug's role model Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police Hustlers yeah, you know what the sparks done You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
Seems like the style, now is rappin', how you push packs in large amounts And never spend a day in life movin' them cracks about? That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin' they lips 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And gettin' me in the middle of shit with other niggaz And real dealers don't be yappin' on the phone What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin' a joke There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin' with holes Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out They say hustlin' is the key to success, and on that note I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke
Fuckin' with hustlers, you see us in the clubs Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers, a little thug's role model Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police Hustlers, yeah, you know what the sparks done You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin' niggaz, all my liquid dime niggaz All my niggaz flippin' bricks out there, yeah All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits In the pourin' rain, tryna get your shit on Smokin' the C.I. in the rain, y'know? Cup-O-Noodles in your hand It's you nigga Joey Coco
And I'm a hustler, you see us in the clubs Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers, a little thug's role model Where the snub full of hollows tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police Hustlers, yeah, you know what the sparks done You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
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