Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a special kind of **** with mines, y'know?

I grind, I gets my paper, you know what I mean?

Ha ha ha, oh yeah

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler

They say heaven's for churchgoers and hell's for the heathens

So I'ma just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'

Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip?

Crack spots, smoky fiends sucking on that glass dick

Man shams stay askin' for a dime for 9

I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time

Customs is comin', son is pumpin' watch the packs dissolve

Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin' it all

That's that joint what's his name son? I don't remember

That Haitian **** with the guitar that sing, "Gone Till November"

I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin'

Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted

Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash

Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash

If I go in the club son and **** start dumbing

Start shooting and I ain't strapped, fuck it I'm running

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler

I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird

The fiends know my name now from standin' on this curb

I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack

A bunch of lil' **** with dime sacks in they backpacks

Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects

You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless

You **** know me, from fillin' up your heroin needles

I'm connected with them people who don't speak no English

We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go

You see them Tennessee tags ****, you already know

I don't trust no ho, that's how T got popped

He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops

Me and Priest had the streets on lock

He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock

And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen'

We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten my ****

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler

You know I'm a hustler yeah

Now I'm headed down South and that's my word

I'm on the Greyhound 'bout to move these birds

And if these **** don't let me sling

I'm out there robbin' everything

Got a brand new MAC, and a P-89

Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the grind

9 grams of heroin, 100 grams of coke

12 O's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke

3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSD

And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy

Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two

When I was younger with my crew I had them **** sniffin' glue

It's 40's and a gram to them truckers in Bamas

And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer

I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends

I'm a hustler, **** I'll sell you a dream

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler

**** get out of line I'll gut ya

Me, I'm 'bout my paper it's fuck ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I'm a bonafide hustler