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Ice-T - New Jack Hustler

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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.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos 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

[chorus]
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

(kid drop in)
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 muthafucka 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 gunsmoke.
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 muthafucka 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,
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......

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