• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hustler - Journey
• Hustler - Scarface
• Hustler - Lloyd
• Hustler - Az
• Hustler - Keri Hilson
• Hustler - Magic
• Hustler - Kano
• Hustler - Simian Mobile Disco
• Hustler - Blatz

I get beside women all men desire,
Crazy with passion I'll never be tired,
Money's no good to me 'cause lovin's my game,
I don't need no trouble and I'll show you no pain.
I move like a lover, so silent and swift,
Screamin' women love me, just can't resist
I can't be bought, your payoff's no good,
So lock up your women, like you know you should.

Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show
Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'?
Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive
That shoulda been number 1, cause I don't wanna die
Add 6 when I begin to flip the big Benz
With the candy-coated paint, plus the 20" rims
And what they hittin fo', I roll 7 out the do'
Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold
8: 'Don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin
Got Nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin
10's is for my niggas locked down in the pen
And my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again
11 is for my poppy up in heaven
Tell God send me a blessing, cause I'm down here stressin
12 is for the records we sell, we're goin platinum
There's no turnin back now, so let's make it happen
All I ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustler
Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it
It's all about the dollar
It goes one for the money, two for the show
Everybody in the game know how it go
It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough
Keeps me watchin on toes out my back window
Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44
For urban travel, watch the scandal
You petty rivals can't handle
Hit your block, increase props as we dismantle
Channel my vengeance through this sentence, I'm relentless
You bitches wanna spend this, then get pimped
We're never said to beat any listener senseless
Heavyweighters livin major, pumpin this here, no circumference
Who is this? O.C. The Sinister
Navigatin, now we're raidin all over your area
I'm darin ya to static with this Rap-A-Lot shit
The Camorra make hits, tag licks, like movin bricks
The lyricist full of canabis, livin extravagant
With elegant bitches, plottin riches
On quick-to-get-rich niggas full of liquor
C'll shine one time livin bigger
Now everybody in the game know how it goes
Players like us do shows and pimp hoes
Oh-oh, it's the Sinister and Lo-Lo comin through
Them niggas playa-hatin, what the fuck they wanna do?
I want peace, but if them niggas want beef
We gon' have to take the heat to the streets
Knawmean? They tryin to stop dreams and block creams
It seems like what? They hate to see us havin lavish things
Pictures in magazines, nice cars and diamond rings
Ah-ah, ah-ah, we can't have no fake niggas on our team
Now you watch my back, nigga, and I watch yours

Yo yo yo
(hustler baby)
(hustler baby)
(hustler baby)
Deep in the cut
With the chrome on the thrown
Down in Decatur
Where the haters get shown
Ride around the spots
Where the pot gets grown
Now Im feelin blowed
Smoke by the zone
Misfit dudes by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when Im high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
So Im ridin down this long country road
Followin rainbows
Tryna reach us in gold
I gotta grind hard
Til this shit gets sold
Just sit back relax
N watch it unfold
So Im gone hit up the studio
Write about 24
Til these hits get throwed
Cash checks
Get a boat
Betta keep it afloat
Dont end up bankrupt and broke
Ima hustler baby
(hud\stler baby)
Im on the grind
And down for mine
Ima hustler baby
(hustler baby)
Gotta get the abs
And get that cash
Ima hustler baby
(ima hustler baby)
On my Q's and P's
Gotta stack my cheese
Ima hustler baby
Ima hustler
(ima hustler baby)
Now we deep on the creep
Down in Martin Luther King
Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean
Gotta hit the scene
So fresh so clean
In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans
Cash rules everything around me
CREAM
My whole teams favorite color is green
Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen
Never estimate
Get weighed by the beam
Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club
(uh huh)
Fresh to death
Nigga pourin it up
(yea)
All the killaz straight showin me love
And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck
(wantin to fuck)
They know Im the realest nigga to hang wit
Im caped up
Plus I love to slang dick
Up in the alley in the aston vain wish
Until I make they fuckin brains ?
Look shawty im dangerous
Yo nigga hate me
Cause you prolly his main bitch
Fuck who you came wit
Let me explain this
I prefer the block
But ill pop the stainless
Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow
Bitches shoot what they started
Askin can they go
Hell yea my nigga Lloyd
These hoes is G'd up
And they down to fuck

I'm a hustler, not by choice
I didn't fall from Heaven, I rose from hell
Big boy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail
It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail
Be careful but promote yo'selves that's what they told me
Involved but unconcerned fuck beef
When it dissolve it does not return
I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
So discrete very rarely, do I move on feet?
I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out, never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic
Homes's finished, scramblin' caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricochetin' and it pours from the hemorrhage
Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for movin' backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes
Lazy niggas was sleepin', I was wide awoke
Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
When it's time to sleep with the fishes, I supply the boat
And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
'Cuz don't nothin' scare me worse than dyin' broke
Iron pokin' on my ribs while I'm layin' in a Taurus
I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game
I seen thugs turn informers
Crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants
Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
Got a female lawyer and she fuckin' the judge
I was once told that you reap what you sow
And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
And a, it's quiet money so we speakin' in codes
Like, why should I trust ya? Nigga, I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
Unh, yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
Like a Ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long
Anybody can spit, fagot but can you make a hot song?
You're not wrong, like Biggie said, "You're dead wrong"
Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong
Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers
Walk right past security, flippin' poppers
Like what, who the fuck gon' stop us?
Y'all wait until' the summer, when this fuckin' album drop us
I know y'all hate it because y'all flows outdated
You finished as an artist and I finally made it
But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited
Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it
It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot
Nigga I play not, ride through you're block in that gray drop
They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for
The top spot nigga, what you think I came for?
These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw
And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for?
Fuckin' hustler, motherfuckin' animal
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler

Verse 1
Was I supposed to come so close to loving you
That I couldn't see
Was I supposed to drown myself in thoughts of you
To where I could no longer breathe
You're just a silhouette
Of a perfect man
Cause you take me higher..than I have ever been
Just to break me down..into a thousand pieces
Boy you, make me, wish I...was a hustler
Chorus
So I could move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I could run away
If I could be a hustler
Then I would move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I would run away
Away home
Verse 2
Such a waste of my time
You are everything you shouldn't be
And how one seconds introduction
Could become a lifetime of misery
You're just a silhouette
Of a perfect man
Cause you take me higher
Than I have ever been
Just to break me down
Into a thousand pieces
Boy you, make me, wish I ...was a hustler
Ex- Chorus
So I could move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I could run away
If I could be a hustler
Then I would move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I would run away
Away from you
So I could move the weight
If I could be a hustler
And I could run away
From this corner you got me stuck on
And I would move away
Boy you, make me, wish I ...was a hustler
Aye If I could be a hustler
Yeah
Outro
So I could move the weight
And I could run away
Then I would move the weight...

(*talking*)
This for my niggas, 9th Ward bound
Cross the canal, and the CTC
I'm still thuggin' nigga, ha-ha
Ya heard me
[Magic]
Ain't nothing changed, still struggling trying to make an advance
I got a little loot, but I'm tired of spending hundreds of grands
I'm trying to blow a mill you feel me, never even missing
And me and my niggas have been rude, getting fitted
We destined to ball, we different from y'all
Y'all like to shop, but we'd rather buy out the mall
Gots no friends, I gots to keep the fam with me
Has no pity gon bust bust, until empty
Out of love nigga, I...full of blood nigga
As somebody getting drugged nigga
I tried changing, but I guess this shit is deep in the blood
I guess that's why my mama calls me a thug, but still
[Chorus]
Take a walk through my hood
And everything seems to be a-o.k
See my niggas on the block still hustling
Living life, day by day
Don't get mad at us, just understand
That that's the way, playas play
Society done showed us the money
And the cars, and made us this way
We forever be some hustlers, don't trust us
Because we motherfucking hustlers - 4x
[Magic]
Now you can call me greedy
But I envy niggas balling harder
Then up comes, the 9th Ward shit starter
I'm the definition, it don't gets no clearer
Genuine, hundred percent, thug nigga
Full of fire, try me feel my flames
And let me prove, ain't a damn thang changed
Uh-huh, I'm thuggin' for my niggas, let it be heard
I represent the 9th no, disrespect to the Third
I got a obligation to show the world, how we thuggin'
How we does it, Orleans buzzers, I'll be there for you cousin
To smoke with you, choke with you, maybe crack a joke with you
Cause I use to be broke with you
[Chorus]
We hustlas, we hustlas
Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas
I said we hustlas, nigga we hustlas
Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas
[Magic]
25 years of bullshit, 25 years of
Stashing rocks, under my lip
25 years of trying to get rich quick, trying to hit a lick
Trying to make a dolla, out of fifteen cents
I hustler harder than the average, kidnapping
And jacking, happens to be my favorite
See I did this on the regular nigga
I move swift like the Predator, nigga
To anialate my competitor, and to add to my decimals
See I ran with professionals, niggas
With big testicles, that's down for whatever
Put my life on the line, to keep my family straight
You niggas die when you in my way, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
(*talking*)
I did this here for my mo'fuckers, I ain't gon lie
I love you niggas from the bottom of my mo'fucking heart
9th Ward till the day I die, if a nigga can't respect that

Since 15, I was in the game
I was on the air yeah, I was on the waves
I was doing shows, I was on the stage
I was tryin to get dat big boy pay
But more than the money
It was for the name
Plus I had the talent to match my brain
I was on the grind, I was on a rager, once a week when I found that's kano
I was on raw, I was on flavour
I was on voo, I was on major
I was like you, but with a little bit extra, went from a deep mc to a veteran
With perfection, with direction we can make P's with no weed posession
No election chose myself, I'm a dealer heres the life I dealt
[Chorus:]
Now I'm 22, still in the game
Still getting better, still getting played
Still getting beats for cheap, e for d's
Break it down like piece by piece, flood the street
Come to me I'm a hustler kano run the street
I got the lines on lock, fire like I got the nine on cock, BRAP!
Duck down
I got the hot 16s what now?
That's why the don't like me
They try to bad mind me when kano comes to town
But now
Theyll never catch me slipping
Cause I be cookin product in the studio like it's a fucking kitchen
[Chorus]
365, for the rest of my life
Everyday I hustle like a rick ross rhyme
I got food, if your intrested
If you wanna invest it
You can sell these bits and never get arrested
You can take this shit, but you might get affected
The flow is so addictive, beef, oh so ecliptic
Respect it, and you can lead a life worth living
This shit right here could be your road to the ritches

I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
If I had
The money to go to a record store
I would
I-I would
If I had
The money to go to a record store
I would
I-I would
Go, to the record store
Go to the record store
(Go to the record store
Put records in my clothes)
Go, to the record store
Go to the record store
(Gotta walk out the record door
Past that record man)
Go to a record store
And put it in my clothes
And walk past that record man
Got to have the sticky hands
When your ass is broke
When your ass is broke like me
Like me
Go to that record store
Steal some record man
Go to that record store
Steal some records man
I'm telling you
I'm broke
I'm telling you
I'm broke
But I'm surviving and I can cope
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddys made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
That's what my daddy's made me
It's 8 o'clock
And I got nothing to do
Can't go to the club
So I guess I go to the record store
Visit my record man
With my sticky hands
Walk out that record door
With the records in my clothes
The records in my clothes
What the f*** is you gonna do?
What the f*** is you gonna do about it?
Nothing
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Yeah, I'm a Hustler baby
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
That's what my daddy's made me
(Push it, push it, push it, push it)
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it, push it

i got nothing better to do than to shoot some pool
im lining up shots im looking so cool
i sink the yellow ball and the sun comes up the nights all gone
gonna grab a coffe cup wish my stick was straight might help my shots
aw to late i already lost always showoffs everyday
i hope no assholes are playing today
im a hustler dont you know
im a hustler making that dough
im a hustler playing all night