Various Artists - New Jack Hustler lyrics

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth, spray till every n***a's gone Got my block sewn, armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's a s**a punk cop Move like a king when I roll, hops You try to flex, bang, another n***a drops You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got nothin to lose, much to gain In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthaf**in right Pickin' my grip, check my b**h, 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 goin for it Kiss my a**, bust the cap on the Moet Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack... Hustler [Chorus] Hustler Hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler [Kid drop in] Yo man you know what I'm sayin? You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down You got the fly cars, the girls, the j**els Look at that ring right there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest n***a 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, or muthaf**a get beat down Out my face, fool I'm the illest Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha) That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke Ya don't like my lifestyle? f** you! I'm rollin with the New Jack crew And I'm a hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack.......... Here I come, 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 justifies 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 Turned the needy into the greedy With c**aine, 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 God damn----you got me sinkin 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 you're coming down my block You wanna journey through hell? Well sh** gets hot Pregnant teens, children's screams Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam You don't come here much, and ya better not Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot I gotta get more money than you got So what, if some muthaf**a gets shot? That's how the game is played Another brother slayed, the wound is deep But they're givin us a band aid My education's low but I got long dough I'm 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! A hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack......