Hustlin'
Fat Joe, Armageddon
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FEAT. ARMAGEDDON: Hustlin' (Fat Joe:) Uh, TS None better (Bronx niggaz, uh) Life of a hustler (Ha-hah What'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler Be trained to count money and lies Supplyin' customers and Keep it peace and Just spendin' they time Pop another thug That's tryin' to scream But they dimes Hoppin' all the clubs in town They don't need to wear shines They got that energy Confident and always aware Who's watchin' them B****es on top of them They don't just be near Probably spot poppy and Them they robbed last year And just, nod and stare And show no fear 'Cause nine times out of ten This b**** connects This kid to shoot you They too hot so catchin' A body's too crucial If you a hustler I know you relate Whether you home base Or go out of state This shit is real And you better recognize When you see 'em These niggaz kill A whole 'nother drug dealer Keep 'em with steels So be creepin' So it's real on the deal With the FED Some of them sleep in six feet 'Cause they skrilled CHORUS: (Armageddon:) F***in' with hustlers You see us in the clubs Everybody want to be us Wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers A little thug's role model Where the snubb full of hollow's Tryna earn a little power He a hustler Some of us locked for eternity Get shot down and murdered In beef or turnin' for police Hustlers Yeah, you know What the sparks done You know where we evolve from You know when the heart's pump Hustlin' (Fat Joe:) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See life a style Now it's rappin' How you push packs In large amounts And never spend a day in life Movin' them cats about? That's not what Crack's about I cooked it, cut it and lift it From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith I took bricks and flip shit Clips I sit 'em even Whip some women From runnin' they lips And gettin' me in the Middle of shit with other niggaz And real dealers Don't be yappin' on the phone What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes see'mon why'all know niggaz slip Speakin' a joke There go the dial tone, click Now you steamin' with holes why'all motherf***ers couldn't fathom What's about to go down Like a year from now When the bears get out From a ten-year stretch down To air shit out Make him a man Show your heart when I tear it out They say hustlin' is the key To success, and on that note I can feed you niggaz for less I got madd coke Repeat chorus (Fat Joe:) Yeah, it's for all My hustlin' niggaz All my liquid dime niggaz All my niggaz flippin' Bricks out there, yeah All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits In the pourin' rain Tryna get your shit on Smokin' the CI in The rain, why'know? (Uh-huh) Cup of noodles in your hand It's you nigga Joey Coco And I'm a hustler Repeat chorus
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Written by: JOSEPH CARTAGENA, NICHOLAUS GERARD LOFTIN
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