I`m A Hustler (featuring Jay-z) Lyrics

I`m A Hustler (featuring Jay-z) lyrics

[Intro]

Nigga ask about me (Yeah Yeah!) {4x}



[Chorus] 

I'm a hustler, I'm a - I'm a hustler homie (Yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a - I'm a hustler homie (Yeah)

Nigga ask ab - nigga nigga ask about me (Yeah)

Nigga ask ab - nigga nigga ask about me (Yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a - I'm a hustler homie (Yeah)

(This for all my niggaz)

I'm a hustler, I'm a - I'm a hustler homie (Yeah)

(That's going through the struggle, that's on the grind!)

Nigga ask ab - nigga nigga ask about me (Yeah)

(All my niggaz that ever had to hustle to get a dollar)

Nigga ask ab - nigga nigga ask about me (Yeah)

(This for y’all man, Personality Change man!)

(The kid Cassidy, hah! this for the hood)



[Verse 1]

I'm a hustler, I'm a - I'm a hustler homie

I got the product, narcotics for the customers homie

Friends open, they be smokin like a muffler homie

Niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homies

If you a hustler, I could I could fuck with ya homie

You spend a couple bucks I stay in touch with ya homie

I get money, I get twenty a K

I got twenty strips all doin twenty a day

And! I get cake from buds of haze I'm makin dubs

They hatin cause I'm on the grind like I'm makin love

When cops got the block hot like Jamaican clubs

Cop wait, wait for a drought, and then make it flood

Try take my cake you 'gon take a slug

But you can take my information if you takin drugs

Cause I could sell Raid to a bug

I'm a hustler! I could sell salt to a slug cause



[Chorus] 



[Verse 2]

I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom

I do more than just do tunes

Cause my bills come in too soon, my son 'gon be two soon

Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon

But I'm getting my doe from doin shows

I made more doe on the grind than goin gold

That's why I stay fly and I'm fly-ing on hoes

Flossin so cool, in the Aston no shoes

Just a rubber band on my wrist, no jewels

I ain't gotta prove I'm rich, I'm no fool

I know the rules, and I ain't got time for it

But the nigga will shine when it's time for it

And they will hate, you deal with the real cake

And they on the corner from morning till real late

I deal weight and if you bastards doubt me

I'm a hustler, ask about - ask about me



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[Verse 3]

To get paid, you gotta save, don't be spending the change

In 5th grade I was hustling my Genesis games

I was dumb young, selling chewing gum to my classmates

On the cash chase, moving at a fast pace

Never been a dummy, never did what the dummies do

So I had a mill to burn 'fore I turned 22!

Mo money, mo problems, it's true

Cause the more money I make the more problems for you

Yeah I use dude voice, propz to the boy Shawn

He made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

So - stop drawing, man you gotta respect it

I'm the best, Swizz got it perfected

Don't mess wit, C-A double S, I-D-Y

Cause I became the best when B.I.G. died

The kid do it Big like P-u-n

Cause I'm nice like P-a-c wit the p-e-n and



[Chorus]



[Outro] [*Swizz Beatz "Go! Go!" in background*]

This for all my niggaz that's going through the struggle

That's on the grind! All my niggaz that ever had to hustle to get a dollar

This for y’all man, Personality Change man!

The kid Cassidy, hah! this for the hood