NEW JACK HUSTLER

This one goes out to my New York crew 
You know who the [bad word] you are 
You all are hustlers
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long 
Grit my teeth, and spray till every [bad word] #39;s gone 
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots 
Last thing I sweat's some sucker punk cop 
Move like a king when I roll, hops 
You try to flex, bang, another mutha 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 
And in my brain, I got a capitalist migraine 
I gotta get paid tonight, you [bad word] #39; right 
Check my grip, check my [bad word]  keep 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 going for it 
Kiss my [bad word]  bust a cap on the Moet 
Cause I don't wanna hear that [bad word] 

Why? I'd rather be a New Jack Hustler 
hustler 
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler 

Yo man you know what I'm saying?
You got it going on my man.
I like how it's going down.
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
Look at that ring right there.
I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
Man, you the flyest [bad word] I seen in my life! 
Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man.
How can I be down? 

What's up? You say you wanna be down? 
Ease back, a little [bad word] get beat down 
Out my face, fool I'm the illest 
Bulletproof, I die harder than [bad word] Willis 
Got my crew in effect, I bought 'em new Jags 
So much cash, I gotta keep it in Hefty bags 
All I think about is keys and Gs 
Imagine that, me working 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 
Ya don't like my lifestyle? 
 [bad word] you! I'm rolling with the New Jack crew 

And I'm a hustler 
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler 
New Jack Hustler (3x)

Here [bad word]  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's 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 streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout 
I had nothing, and I wanted it 
You had everything, and you flaunted it 
Turn 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 the plan, and I don't understand
 [bad word] you got me sinking 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 
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream? 
So think twice if [bad word] down my block 
You wanna journey through [bad word]  Well [bad word] gets hot 
Pregnant teens, children's screams 
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam 
You [bad word] here much, and ya better not 
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot 
I gotta get more money than you got 
So what, if some [bad word] gets shot? 
That's how the game is played 
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep 
But they're giving us a Band Aid 
My education's low but I got long dough 
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! 

hustler  (2x)
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler 
New Jack Hustler (3x)
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Hustler

Boom New Jack (3x; 2x)

Boom (2x)
New Jack Hustler (3x)