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Albums:

Chazz (Charles Mingus) · Chazz (Charlie Ventura) · Return of the Hustler (Knoc-Turn'al) · Hustler (Josef Salvat) · The Hustler (Willie Col√≥n) · Diary of a Hustler (K-L) · Hustler's Ambition [Edited Version] (50 Cent) · Conjure: A Hustler's Spirit (Ludacris) · Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) [Clean] (Jim Jones) · Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product of My Environment) (Jim Jones) – and 22 other albums »


of stories I breed my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
Monkey see, Monkey do
Shorty sipping sunny dew
Now it's V.S.O.P. in a Phantom,
can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
Niggaz be all
motherf***er drop and boppin this s***
See we so high the time'll go by
rather fast hit the gra** put that smoke in the sky
But a hustlers a hustler
The only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I)
Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do
nine to five, office, pool
Couldn't live that life, I need a loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to school
If they report to school, I
Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo

It can't be!
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'
tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines
And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes
It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0
Hit
healthy
I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass
By me like they know me, smilin as they
enemies they creepin', don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherf***ers pa**

By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh
I put up
can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
Niggaz be all
[Chorus] 

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] 
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) 
Three for the p****, fo' for the glow (HEY) 
Five for
[B.G.]
Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind
Trying to come up I need every single dime
5, 9, 6, 51, 09
Look out for me, give me something
nine to five, office, pool
Couldn't live that life, I needa loft and pool
I had too much class, I ain't report to school
If they report to school, I
gangsters pride
Not a studio pimp with my girl by my side
Frank V I'm straight single, always down to mingle
Sharing is caring that's my motherfuckin'
of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
of these days gone be out there
It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
stopped (WE AIN'T PLAYIN')
The motherfuckin' crime scene, we ain't stayin'
Relayin', what happened at nine o'clock
By twelve we gettin' blown off
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
[Chorus] 

[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] 
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) 
Three for the p****, fo' for the glow (HEY) 
Five for
Still slanging that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Can't let it