New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long

Grit my teeth, spray till every ****'s gone

Got my block sewn, armored dope spots

Last thing I sweat's a sucker punk cop

Move like a king when I roll, hops

You try to flex, bang, another **** 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

In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine

I gotta get paid tonight, you motherfucking right

Pickin' my grip, check my bitch, get 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 goin' for it

Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moët

'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap

(Why?)

I rather be a new jack hustler

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What's up? You say you wanna be down?

Ease back or, motherfucker, 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 Jag's

So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags

All I think about is keys and Gs

Imagine that, me workin' 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

You don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you

I'm rollin' with the new jack crew

And I'm a hustler

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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 is 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 street, check the grip, and then I got clout

I had nothing and I wanted it

You had everything and you flaunted it

Turned 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 plan and I don't understand

Goddamn, you got me sinkin' 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

Its this a nightmare or the American dream?

So think twice if you're comin' 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 you better not

Wrong move, (Bang) ambulance, cot

I gotta get more money than you got

So what if some motherfucker gets shot?

That's how the game is played, another brother slain

The wound is deep, but they givin' us a Band Aid

My education's low, but I got long dough

I'm 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

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H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler

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