JT the Bigga Figga - Nuttin But a Hustla lyrics

Thinking about the things that I used to do Back in the days f**in around with the crew 87, 88, 89 Stealing cars snatching purses sometimes a grind I found a way to get mine When sh** got thick best believe I bought a nine I carried my b**h everywhere I went Tryin to get rich cause time was spent Making those money moves making those money moves Making those money moves a n***a can't lose I wanted to come sick A drop-top Firebird with a 92' kit Candy paint with the gold trim Leather interior with the rims It was hard to stop b**hes on my jock but money over co*k But it didn't work that way Got trapped by the system a n***a had to pay And go do a little time Had a lot on my mind so I started to rhyme Now it's 92' back on the scene again But this time strapped with a pad and pen Came to spit this gift I got Poppin that sh** cause it's got to be popped All you s**a MCs must learn Hooked up with my boy named Herm Got rushed to the studio Three months later getting seen on the video Then you talkin bout JT, when's your next show Can I go, can I go? I don't think so bro Cause you tried to play me So take it for what it's worth Puffn on dank while I'm dippin through the turf Mackin on your ho Yeah I got game cause she paid for the indo Call me a gaffler call me a s**a The n***a JT ain't nothin but a hustla Ain't nothin but a hustla (2X) Fool, ain't nothin but a hustla An A-1 hustla Can I get a fade cause I'm pa**in more licks Back to back eleven seven straight hits Pa** the blunt and brew yeah I thought you knew That I'd tear the fold before I come anew I guess he had a feeling and he knew I was gonna break him Cause now he's getting paid telling me how to shake em And get em off the wall I'd be a damn fool to listen and let you call Cause I'm a do my thang Get the money and the watch And the mothaf**in gold chain Cause I'm a play for keeps If a n***a try to play me I'm a put his a** to sleep Nighty night fool JT the Bigga Figga coming from the new school When I say the new school you know I mean playas Gangstas, hustlas, straight rhyme sayers Young n***as about 18 Coming up hard stackin green Mackin on hoes gettin new clothes Goin to the store buying Daytons and Vogues Fresh out the box All that sh** without slangin them rocks Yeah n***a nothing but a hustla You just a busta your crew is straight s**as I got n***as that's ready to roll The Young Black Gangstas and the Outta Control You can't peel me man do you feel me? Your girl, she wanna steal me And take me to a room and get it on But when she go to sleep that's when I'm gone Going through her purse like a roadrunner And get your cash Cause you ain't nothin but a play-a-ho Now you wanna fight better yet a Captain Save a Ho So put on your cape and find your gloves Cause a playa like me is showin no love You can get mad you punk little busta The Bigga Figga boy ain't nothin but a hustla (chorus) Definition of a hustla I ain't got time to be f**in with you s**as n***as getting jealous and sh** But I'm a keep coming with them hits Tryin to get away from the grind Cause that's gonna lead to more time So I chose to go down the right road It'll be better is what I was told As a young buck coming up Didn't have sh** so I didn't give a f** Found my way to the street corner Fifty percent dope, fifty percent soda But now it's a dope beat with a dope rhyme Cause a nine will get ya time In C.Y.A. or the state pen Where it's all the same cause it's straight men With no type of hoes and no money f** cell commissary cause it ain't funny I'd rather get a royalty check Then on the corner tryin to break my neck For a punk a** twenty sale f**ing with this I'm gonna triple my mail This song here's going out to the busta The Bigga Figga n***a ain't nothin but a hustla (chorus) Get my money on