Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustler's Story , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Release date: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustler's Story |
| Niggas talkin' it but ain’t livin' it |
| Cristal pops I’m sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit |
| 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy |
| Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies |
| Stories like a motherfucker |
| Model bitches wondering if I’m a fuck with her |
| She know I treats my bitches like Ivana |
| Dolce and Gabana drippin' |
| Big Poppa never slippin' |
| H-class diamonds shinin' |
| Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin' |
| Smoking cigars in Bogotá |
| With Colombian niggas named Panama |
| And Englique and shit |
| Games we play life endin' |
| Bitches bending over with ease |
| For a pair of Moschino jeans |
| And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped |
| Singles on top |
| Benjamins |
| Under the rest of 'em |
| Advancin' |
| From duplex to mansion |
| Stashing keys hidin' G’s overseas |
| VCR’s in my V’s |
| Game elevates, money I make |
| Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch |
| Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands |
| Discussing plans with my mans |
| Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system |
| That leaves your rear views tremblin' |
| What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude? |
| Drop to your knees and show gratitude |
| Kiss my rings it’s a Frank White thing I stay potent |
| Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it |
| Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine |
| Looking for this hour glass of time |
| Trying to find my purpose on this grand design |
| Is there anybody out there living? |
| 4−5-6 is on the streets, they shootin |
| Is there any money out there for me? |
| You just listen to this husler’s story |
| Picture me, a product of the zone three |
| Scared lost, don’t know what I’m suppose to be |
| Shit cost, money never came to me |
| When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly |
| The lord humble niggas 'specially if they act like |
| They too big for they draw when they stacks right |
| Think I’m bullshittin'? |
| A bunch of niggas back like |
| Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ |
| I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock |
| I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock |
| I know a nigga workin' 9−5 |
| Been on 15 years, ain’t got a car to drive |
| I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch |
| Fake jack boys, can’t rob, get killed |
| Got kin folk backyard big whips |
| Escart that lift my homeboy this year |
| Akon |
| While B.I.G. |
| sittin up with Englique |
| I’m on the coastline politickin' wit Jose |
| We got the birds flyin' in the coop all day |
| Tryin' to find a new way to smugglin' pure yay' |
| We bout our business, ain’t no small time thieves |
| If you ain’t growin the 'caine then we ain’t gon' meet |
| See I’m the one to call when things get deep |
| And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now |
| And Mexico far from the block |
| Tryin' to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now |
| Sellin' arms as well as rocks in my socks |
| If you could show me the money, here’s the keys to the lock, now |
| Hey, you know the streets is my territory |
| Ain’t scared of nothin, let you fear it for me |
| Hey, whether win, lose or draw |
| Believe that death is waitin for all |
| Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh) |
| Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands |
| Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan (but) |
| So the whole time, I been plottin' on his man |
| Caught him slippin' and sleepin', I hit his ass wit the can, and |
| Here’s somethin' that you can’t understand |
| How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga’s soul? |
| (Damn) |
| I’m on some get back shit, there comes a time |
| In every man’s mind when it’s deeper than dollar signs |
| I been on the grind, got homies doin' time |
| Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin' dimes |
| I’m duckin' indictments, pussies is wearing wires |
| Niggas just ain’t tellin', no, they know we let it slide |
| But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die |
| So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine |
| The rats one thing a real nigga here despise |
| I’m a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire |