New Jack Hustler (Nino’s Theme)

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New Jack Hustler (Nino’s Theme)

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Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth, spray till every brothers gone Got my block sewn, armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop Move like a king when I roll, hops You try to flex, bang, another brother drops You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got nothin to lose, much to gain In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you keep my hustle right What did i speak, check my women, keep my game tight So many girls on my jock, think I'm a movie star Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car Go to school, I ain't goin for it Kiss my butt, bust the cork on the Moet Cause I don't wanna hear that crap (chorus) Hustler Hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler (kid drop in) Yo man you know what I'm sayin? You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin 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 nigga 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, or young brother 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, gotta keep it in Hefty bags All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha) That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke Ya don't like my lifestyle? {bleep} you! I'm rollin with the New Jack crew And I'm a hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack.......... 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 justifies 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 Turned 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 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 other brother gets shot? That's how the game is played Another brother slayed, the wound is deep BUT they're givin 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 Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack......

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Credits

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  • DJ Aladdin
  • Ice-T