Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme), artist - Ice T. Album song The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) |
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long |
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga’s gone |
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots |
Last thing I sweat’s a sucka punk cop |
Move like a king when I roll, hops |
You try to flex, bang, another nigga 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 muthafuckin right |
Pickin' my grip, check my bitch, 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 ass, bust the cap on the Moet |
Cause I don’t wanna hear that crap |
Why? |
I’d rather be a New Jack… Hustler |
Hustler |
Hustler |
Hustler |
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler |
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 jewels |
Look at that ring right there |
I know it’s real, it’s gotta be real |
Man, you the flyest nigga 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 motherfucker 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 gun smoke |
Ya don’t like my lifestyle? |
Fuck 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 cocaine, 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 shit 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 motherfucker 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… |