Hustler`s Story Lyrics

Hustler`s Story lyrics

Akon and B. I.G. yeah



Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it

Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit

Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie

Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker



Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her

She knows I treat my bitches like gavana

Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'

H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'



Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's

Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'

Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans



Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?

Benjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion

Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins

Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch

Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man



Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims

And a system that leave my rear views trembling

Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude

Drop to your knees and show gratitude

Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing

I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it



Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine

Lookin' for this hour glass of time

Tryna find my purpose on this grand design



Is there anybody out there living

4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'

Is there any money out there for me?

You just listen to this hustler's story



Picture me, a product of the zone three

Scareless, don't know what I am supposed to be

Shit 'cause, money never came to me

When shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly



The Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like

They too big for they draws when they stacks right

Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like

Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price



I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock

I know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock

I know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it

Fifteen years ain't got a car to drive



I know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch

Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed

Got kinfolk back yard big whips

That's got to lift my homeboys this year



Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine

Lookin' for this hour glass of time

Tryna find my purpose on this grand design



Is there anybody out there living

4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'

Is there any money out there for me?

You just listen to this hustler's story



Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique

I'm on the coastline politician' with Jose

We got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day

Tryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay



We 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs

If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet

See, I am the one to call when things get deep

And my Africans will put your main man to sleep



Now, in Mexico far from the block

Tryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box

Now, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks

If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock



Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory

Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me

Yeah, whether win, lose or draw

Believe the death is waiting for all



Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine

Lookin' for this hour glass of time

Tryna find my purpose on this grand design



Is there anybody out there living

4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'

Is there any money out there for me?

You just listen to this hustler's story



Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands

Make a break for it, get away from it

That was the plan but



The whole time I've been plotting on this man

Caught him slipping and sleepin'

I hit his ass with the cane

Here's something that you can't understand

How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down



I am on some get back shit, there comes a time

In every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs

I been on the grind, got homies doing time

Behind niggas actin' like bitches and bitches droppin' dimes



Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise

Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed

But nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die

So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine

But that's one thing the real nigga here despise

I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire



Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine

Lookin' for this hour glass of time

Tryna find my purpose on this grand design



Is there anybody out there living

4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'

Is there any money out there for me?

You just listen to this hustler's story