Fabolous - Hustla's Poster Child lyrics

[Intro] Shout to Desert Storm ("Gangsta Grillz, you ba*tardS!") Whattup? Shoutout Ski Dorrough whattup? {"Gangsta Grizzill!!"} [Chorus: Fabolous] I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child Girls see me they 'posed to smile, ohhhhhhh Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh Can't you tell I get my hustle on? H-U-S-T-L-E-R Everywhere we go, bet they know who we are, ohhhhhhh Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh Can't you tell I get my hustle on? (DJ DRAMA!!) [Fabolous] Now you could ask any hustler you know They'll tell you it's in the wrist I'm a good cook, make a hell of a dinner dish Get stiffed quick, they say a fella is generous I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres I got a sales pitch, I should do a infomercial I did Foreman Grill numbers on the strength of purple Your money long, they go to any length to slurp you So f** a b**h 'less she in the Oprah Winfrey circle Don't get me wrong, I'll get at you honey But I'm a bachelor, all I do is spatula money Scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it Stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it I'm a chef that cook up ways to make me rich Clothin line recipe, yeah I make it rich Them wire taps make a hustler nervous Got a problem? Don't call me I ain't customer service [Chorus] [Fabolous] I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, call me hustle man What you need chief, c**a or the weed leaf? f**in with my hustle's only gon' breed beef Went South and came back with shoppin bags full of guns Fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns A Carolina drive, up and down the 95 Got the 40's for 7, but I sell 'em 9 from 5 f** a 9 to 5, I'm a hustleholic I need rubberbands, these stacks'll bust a wallet The pills pull some money on a good E day Every thing could buy and sell, hood eBay You give me two dice, I ride it like the 4 train Bring more 7-11's than the store chain You give me three of them, I shoot 'em like a milly clip Roll more 6's out then a Benz dealership [Chorus] [Ca**idy] Yup! You could tell I get my hustle on The scent of crack in my clothes you smell I get my hustle on It's official y'all I was on my gristle y'all And I whipped the raw in a Vlasic pickle jar Before I had a deal, I was baggin krillz And I had pills but they wasn't Advils These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown But I'm the hustler, I do it like Nino now I ain't with the phone sh**, in '88 I was only 6 I missed that paper, but nine-six or later (what?) I did it major, plenty n***az could vouch for me Like them n***az that be runnin the coke house for me But it ain't 'bout what I was it's 'bout what I'm 'bout to be So I wanna shout out Fab for lookin out for me ('Loso!!) I beat my case even though some n***az was doubtin me I took them folks to trial, the poster child [Chorus]