Lyrics I'm a Hustler - Mary J. Blige, Cassidy

I'm a Hustler

I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for the customers homey
Fiend’s open they be smokin like a muffler homey
Niggaz phoney so I only got a couple of homies
If you a hustler I could-I could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I’ll stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 a K, I got 20 strips all doin 20 a day — ay!
I get cake from buds and haze I’m makin dubs
They hatin cause I’m on the grind like I’m makin love
Wit cops got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs
Cop wait, wait for a drought and then I make a flood
Try to take my cake you gon’take a slug
But you can take my information if you takin drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
I’m a hustler I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause
I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey (yeah!)
I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey (yeah!)
Nigga ask a… nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah!)
Nigga ask a… nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah!)
I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey (yeah!)
I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey (yeah!)
Nigga ask a… nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah!)
Nigga ask a… nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah!)
I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey (yeah!)
I’m a hustler, I’m a-I'm a hustler homey (yeah!)
I’m married to the game, same bride just a new groom
I do more then just do tunes
'Cause my bills come in too soon, my son gon’be two soon
Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon
But I’m gettin my dough from doin shows
I made more dough on the grind than goin’gold
That’s why I stay fly and I’m flagon on hoes
Floss is so cool, in Austin no shoes
Just a rubberband on my wrist no jewels
I ain’t got to prove I’m rich, I’m no fool
I know the rules and, I ain’t got time for it But a nigga will shine, when it’s time for it And they will hate you deal with the real cake
And they on the corner from mornin to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards doubt me
I’m a hustler ask about, ask about me Yeah paid you got saved don’t be spend the change
In fifth grade I was hustlin my Genesis games
I was dumb young sellin chewin gum to my classmates
On the cash chase movin at a fast pace
Never been a dummy never did what the dummies do So I had a mill’to burn before I turned 22
«More money, more problems"is true
Because the more money I make, the more problems for you
Yeah I used dude voice props to the boy Shawn
He made it a hot line I made a hot song
So, stop drawin man you got to respect it
I’m the best Swizz got to perfected don’t mess wit
'Cause I became the best when B-I-G died
The Kid do it big like P-U-N
'Cause I’m nice P-A-C with the P-E-N, and
This for all my niggaz that’s goin through
The struggle that’s on the grind
All my niggaz that ever had to hustle to get at a dollar
This for y’all man, personality change, man
he Kid Cassidy, this for the hood