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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