Текст песни Ice-T - New Jack Hustler (Feat. DJ Aladdin)

O.G. Original Gangster
Жанр: Gangsta Rap
Исполнитель: Ice-T
Альбом: O.G. Original Gangster
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NEW JACK HUSTLER This one goes out to my New York crew You know who the fuck you are You all are hustlers Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth, and spray till every brutha's gone Got my block sewn, armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's some sucker punk cop Move like a king when I roll, hops You try to flex, bang, another mutha drops You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got nothing to lose, much to gain And in my brain, I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Check 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 going for it Kiss my ass, bust a cap on the Moet Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack Hustler A hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R Hustler Yo man you know what I'm saying? You got it going on my man. I like how it's going 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 brutha 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, a little brutha 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, I gotta keep it in Hefty bags All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me working at Mickey D's 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 rolling with the New Jack crew And I'm a hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R Hustler New Jack Hustler (3x) 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 justify 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 Turn 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 Goddamn you got me sinking 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 giving 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 (2x) H-U-S-T-L-E-R Hustler New Jack Hustler (3x) H-U-S-T-L-E-R Hustler Boom New Jack (3x; 2x) Boom (2x) New Jack Hustler (3x)
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