Hustler’s Story lyrics

by

Big Pun


[Intro : Akon]
Akon and B.I.G. yea

[Verse 1 : The Notorious B.I.G.]
n*ggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard sh*t
'Gator trunks b*tch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherf*cker
Model b*tches wondering if I'm a f*ck with her
She know I treats my b*tches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin'
Big Poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in Bogotá
With Colombian n*ggas named Panama
And Englique and sh*t
Games we play life endin'
b*tches bending over with ease
For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
Singles on top
Benjamins
Under the rest of 'em
Advancin'
From duplex to mansion
Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
VCR's in my V's
Game elevates, money I make
Gets your stocks and real estates, b*tch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
Discussing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves your rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
b*tch is devoted, take my di*k and deep throat it
[Hook : Akon]
Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
Looking for this hour glass of time
Trying to find my purpose on this grand design
Is there anybody out there living?
4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin
Is there any money out there for me?
You just listen to this husler's story

[Verse 2: Big Gee]
Picture me, a product of the zone three
Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be
sh*t cost, money never came to me
When sh*t short, I suffered unshamelessly
The lord humble n*ggas 'specially if they act like
They too big for they draw when they stacks right
Think I'm bullsh*ttin'? A bunch of n*ggas back like
Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ
I know a n*gga sold his soul for a nickel rock
I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the c*ck
I know a n*gga workin' 9-5
Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive
I know some n*gga wanna act hard, flicks pitch
Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed
Got kin folk backyard big whips
Escart that lift my homeboy this year
[Hook : Akon]

[Interlude : Akon]
Akon

[Verse 3 : Akon]
While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique
I'm on the coastline politickin' wit Jose
We got the birds flyin' in the coop all day
Tryin' to find a new way to smugglin' pure yay'
We bout our business, ain't no small time thieves
If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet
See I'm the one to call when things get deep
And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now
And Mexico far from the block
Tryin' to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now
Sellin' arms as well as rocks in my socks
If you could show me the money, here's the keys to the lock, now
Hey, you know the streets is my territory
Ain't scared of nothin, let you fear it for me
Hey, whether win, lose or draw
Believe that death is waitin for all

[Hook : Akon]

[Verse 4 : Scarface]
Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh)
n*ggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands
Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan (but)
So the whole time, I been plottin' on his man
Caught him slippin' and sleepin', I hit his ass wit the can, and
Here's somethin' that you can't understand
How can one be so cold and snatch a n*gga's soul? (Damn)
I'm on some get back sh*t, there comes a time
In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs
I been on the grind, got homies doin' time
Behind n*ggas actin like b*tches and b*tches droppin' dimes
I'm duckin' indictments, pussies is wearing wires
n*ggas just ain't tellin', no, they know we let it slide
But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die
So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine
The rats one thing a real n*gga here despise
I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire
[Hook : Akon]
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