| Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long
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| Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga’s gone
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| Got my block sewn, armored dope spots
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| Last thing I sweat’s a sucka punk cop
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| Move like a king when I roll, hops
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| You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops
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| You gotta deal with this cause there’s no way out
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| Why? |
| Cash money ain’t never gonna play out
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| I got nothin to lose, much to gain
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| In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine
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| I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right
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| Pickin' my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight
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| So many hoes on my jock, think I’m a movie star
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| Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car
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| Go to school, I ain’t goin for it
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| Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet
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| Cause I don’t wanna hear that crap
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| Why? |
| I’d rather be a New Jack… Hustler
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| Hustler
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| Hustler
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| Hustler
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| H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
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| Yo man you know what I’m sayin?
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| You got it goin on my man, I like how it’s goin down
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| You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels
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| Look at that ring right there
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| I know it’s real, it’s gotta be real
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| Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
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| Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man
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| How can I be down?
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| What’s up? |
| You say you wanna be down?
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| Ease back, or motherfucker get beat down
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| Out my face, fool I’m the illest
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| Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis
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| Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags
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| So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags
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| All I think about is keys and Gs
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| Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D’s (ha ha ha ha)
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| That’s a joke cause I’m never gonna be broke
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| When I die there’ll be bullets and gun smoke
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| Ya don’t like my lifestyle? |
| Fuck you!
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| I’m rollin with the New Jack crew
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| And I’m a hustler
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| H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
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| New Jack, New Jack…
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| Here I come, so you better break North
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| As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth
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| I care nothing 'bout you, and that’s evident
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| All I love’s my dope and dead presidents
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| Sound crazy? |
| Well it isn’t
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| The ends justifies the means, that’s the system
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| I learned that in school then I dropped out
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| Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout
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| I had nothing, and I wanted it
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| You had everything, and you flaunted it
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| Turned the needy into the greedy
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| With cocaine, my success came speedy
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| Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox
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| Every dollar I get, another brother drops
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| Maybe that’s the plan, and I don’t understand
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| God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand
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| But since I don’t know, and I ain’t never learned
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| I gotta get paid, I got money to earn
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| With my posse, out on the ave
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| Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh
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| Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam
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| Is this a nightmare? |
| Or the American dream?
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| So think twice if you’re coming down my block
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| You wanna journey through hell? |
| Well shit gets hot
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| Pregnant teens, children’s screams
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| Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam
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| You don’t come here much, and ya better not
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| Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot
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| I gotta get more money than you got
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| So what, if some motherfucker gets shot?
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| That’s how the game is played
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| Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
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| But they’re givin us a band aid
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| My education’s low but I got long dough
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| I’m raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro
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| Sleep on silk, lie like a politician
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| My Uzi’s my best friend, cold as a mortician
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| Lock me up, it’s genocidal catastrophe
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| There’ll be another one after me!
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| A hustler, hustler
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| H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
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| New Jack, New Jack… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) , by - Ice T. Song from the album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп