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    50 Cent / Lyrics

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    "I'm A Hustler" Lyrics

    50 Cent

    Rule number one don't go against the grain
    Rule number two give respect where respect due
    Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
    [gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame
    Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
    To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring
    My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
    Whos peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail
    I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme
    Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on chow lines
    An old timer schooled me said don't burn bridges my friend
    Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim

    I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk of New York
    Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
    He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
    Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve

    (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow
    I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack)
    [Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler]

    Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
    Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
    With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
    Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine
    Hate a liar more than I hate thief
    A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality

    The streets I know'em like my ABC's
    Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
    Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
    Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's
    Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
    Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
    If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride
    I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
    Letters on my shirt read DKNY
    Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY


    They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
    I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
    See many men live baby and many men die
    Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
    Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends

    Your enemies remain the same friends always change
    I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
    You can get him in the face dog or down his back
    All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
    I fear no man for death is all thats promised
    I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
    From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
    This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
    I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
    Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
    Skate to wait to date and the jake

    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Chad James Elliott, Rufus T. Moore, Curtis James Jackson, George L. Spivey, Jason Phillips, David Styles, Sean Jacobs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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