Текстове на песни: Fat Joe. Hustlin'.

Uh, T.S.!
None better
Life of a hustler
Yo, yo, yo

Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies
Supplyin' customers and keep it free, suspended in time
Pop another thug that's tryin' to stop a scream but they dyin'
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, bitches 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 bitch 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
Some be creepin', some be squealing on the deal with the F E D
Some of them sleep in six feet 'cause they skrilled

Fuckin' with hustlers you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna 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
Was 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'

Seems like the style, now is rappin', how you push packs in large amounts
And never spend a day in life movin' them cracks 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

C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin' a joke
There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin' with holes
Y'all motherfuckers 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

Fuckin' with hustlers, you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna 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
Was 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'

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 C.I. in the rain, y'know? Cup-O-Noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco

And I'm a hustler, you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers, a little thug's role model
Where the snub full of hollows tryna earn a little power

He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was 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'