50 Cent - Hustler (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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50 Cent - Hustler (en) Lyrics
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Don't make this complicated
(don't make it!)
My old school candy painted
(for real!)
I hustle hard
When I come through they're like "Oh
my God!" (THAT NIGGA CLEAN!)
From the beginning it was
written I suppose
I break a whole into 36
O's - and move it
I'm a hustler baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler baby
My mind on the money, I ain't
trippin on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper
on clothes - but dig it
Yeah!
I come through, I have the
hoes like "Ooh-wee"
Seats in the old school Louie
The shoes and the belt buckle Louie
We don't need more details now, do we?
Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion
You gon' need Cartier frames
to see my vision
It smells like Creed mixed with
weed, this is classy and hood
Drama llama time nigga what's good?
Dominos muh'fucker, it's
time to collect
Stack paper like I'm tryin
to fix the national debt
I'm just doin what I wanna do,
I trip through your set
This is 50 on that Muammar
Gaddafi shit
Get on my level bitch, I'm careful
who I kick it with
We talk marketin, distribution
and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder,
chip off the ol' block
I sell a chip off a whole
rock $10 a pop
I'm a magnet, a bitch can't
help but watch me
Socks, drawers, undershirt,
Versace Versace Versace
Designer threads, in every
form of fashion
I express myself so the
question I'm askin
Is this flip or the next flip,
tailor fit the shit
We ain't promised tomorrow, a
nigga gone and get the shit
That skull and bones, that
Alexander McQueen thing
In case you ain't noticed,
it's a Queens thing
OHHH! It's cold out here
It's my kind of weather,
I'm cold-blooded
It's 50, when I come through
you see me, in a Suburban
In this bullet-proof, bomb-proof,
leather six whatever
When I go hard I go hard
When I don't want you to
see me I switch it up
I'm in that black-on-black
Porsche Panamera
In the back like, ooh-wee, we rollin
I hustle man, it's what I do man
What a nigga gon', what a nigga
gon' try to tell me?
How to do this?
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