Lirik Lagu Hustlin' (Feat. Armageddon) - Fat Joe
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[Fat Joe]Uhh, T.S.!None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh)Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?)Yo, yo, yoYo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and liesSupplyin customers and keep it peace and just spendin they timePop another thug that's tryin to scream but they dimesHoppin all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shinesThey got that energy, confident and always awarewho's watchin them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be nearProbably spot poppy and them they robbed last yearand just, nod and stare and show no fearCause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot youThey too hot so catchin a body's too crucialIf you a hustler, I know you relateWhether you home base or go out of stateThis shit is realand you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz killA whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steelsSo be creepin so it's real on the deal, with the F-E-DSome of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled
[Chorus: Armageddon]Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubsEverybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugsWe them hustlers - a little thug's role modelWhere the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little powerHe a hustler - some of us locked for eternityGet shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for policeHustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks doneYou know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pumpHustlin
[Fat Joe - overlapping end of Chorus]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoSee life a style, now it's rappin, how you push packs in large amountsand never spend a day in life movin them cats about?That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift itFrom Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shitClips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lipsand gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggazAnd real dealers don't be yappin on the phoneWhat you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothesC'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin a jokeThere go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holesY'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go downLike a year from now, when the bears get outFrom a ten-year stretch down to air shit outMake him a man, show your heart when I tear it outThey say hustlin is the key to success, and on that noteI can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggazAll my liquid dime niggazAll my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeahAll my niggaz in the Columbia brother suitsIn the pourin rain, tryna get your shit onSmokin the C.I. in the rain, y'know? (uh-huh)Cup of noodles in your handIt's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Armageddon]Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubsEverybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugsWe them hustlers - a little thug's role modelWhere the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little powerHe a hustler - some of us locked for eternityGet shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for policeHustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks doneYou know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pumpHustlin
[Fat Joe - overlapping end of Chorus]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoSee life a style, now it's rappin, how you push packs in large amountsand never spend a day in life movin them cats about?That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift itFrom Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shitClips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lipsand gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggazAnd real dealers don't be yappin on the phoneWhat you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothesC'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin a jokeThere go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holesY'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go downLike a year from now, when the bears get outFrom a ten-year stretch down to air shit outMake him a man, show your heart when I tear it outThey say hustlin is the key to success, and on that noteI can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggazAll my liquid dime niggazAll my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeahAll my niggaz in the Columbia brother suitsIn the pourin rain, tryna get your shit onSmokin the C.I. in the rain, y'know? (uh-huh)Cup of noodles in your handIt's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler
[Chorus]
