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NEW JACK HUSTLER

This one goes out to my New York crew
You know who the fuck you are
You all are hustlers
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long
Grit my teeth, and spray till every brutha's gone
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots
Last thing I sweat's some sucker punk cop
Move like a king when I roll, hops
You try to flex, bang, another mutha drops
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out
I got nothing to lose, much to gain
And in my brain, I got a capitalist migraine
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right
Check my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight
So many hoes on my jock, think I'm a movie star
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car
Go to school, I ain't going for it
Kiss my ass, bust a cap on the Moet
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap

Why? I'd rather be a New Jack Hustler
A hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler

Yo man you know what I'm saying?
You got it going on my man.
I like how it's going down.
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
Look at that ring right there.
I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
Man, you the flyest brutha I seen in my life!
Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man.
How can I be down?

What's up? You say you wanna be down?
Ease back, a little brutha get beat down
Out my face, fool I'm the illest
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis
Got my crew in effect, I bought 'em new Jags
So much cash, I gotta keep it in Hefty bags
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me working at Mickey D's
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke
When I die there'll be bullets and gun smoke
Ya don't like my lifestyle?
Fuck you! I'm rolling with the New Jack crew

And I'm a hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler
New Jack Hustler (3x)

Here I come, so you better break North
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident
All I love's my dope and dead presidents
Sound crazy? Well it isn't
The ends justify the means, that's the system
I learned that in school then I dropped out
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout
I had nothing, and I wanted it
You had everything, and you flaunted it
Turn the needy into the greedy
With cocaine, my success came speedy
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox
Every dollar I get, another brother drops
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand
Goddamn you got me sinking in quicksand
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn
With my posse, out on the ave
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block
You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot
Pregnant teens, children's screams
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam
You don't come here much, and ya better not
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot
I gotta get more money than you got
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
But they're giving us a Band Aid
My education's low but I got long dough
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe
There'll be another one after me!

A hustler (2x)
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler
New Jack Hustler (3x)
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler

Boom New Jack (3x; 2x)

Boom (2x)
New Jack Hustler (3x)

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