Hustler’s Theme (Hill Playaz Remix) [Acappella]

Lyrics

Smoothe Da Hustler ft. Trigger Tha Gambler and Rhyme Recka - Hustler's Theme (Hill Playaz Remix)" [Emcee(s): Trigger Tha Gambler, Smoothe Da Hustler, and Rhyme Recka] [Producer(s): D.R. Period] [Verse 1: Trigger Tha Gambler] We got that. Strugglers lounging We're hustlers, street-rock bubblers, thuggers The hallway muggers, loan-shark gang members in The park, crackhead money-getters until it's dark Bums pushing shopping carts, carjackers, pimps, the money- -makers, blacks to crackers, stockbrokers, the Stack-stackers, bundle-slingers, lieutenant package-bringers Bosses to workers, contaminated in triggers Dope-slinging weed smokers, cornerstanders Big-Willy block-demanders, freaks, the hungry shorties That creep with heat, scheme for big-money dreams Beemers that beam. Gamblers everyday Hustling for that cream [Verse 2: Smoothe Da Hustler] We got extortioners, let-loose Precautioners. Rental drug-infested crossing 'cause Jake the Snake's double-crossing ya. Shell-spitters that spit Chicks that got convicted and acquitted of credit scams That ain't legit. Always stay pissy, risking the risky It's The Duderisky. Stripper tippers tipping 'til They tipsy, cops out to get me. Suicide Attempts, players and pimps, eye-screwers, doers that Do dirt and dirt-doers, block-busters that bust Attitude gritty, stay clean-cut and jiggy Bad Boy like Puff and Biggie. The rapper dismissal Money-hungry savage getting rich, bowel moving Shit and hits pissing pistols [Hook: Rhyme Recka] (x2) Got to get Your hustle on. Got to make cream, got to make Moves. You know the deal, y'all. When The cash gets low, re-up, you know, make them Power moves. It's all about the hustle [Verse 3: Rhyme Recka] Peep the scheme, the American Dream Hustler's Theme. Cash rules everything, so I fiend, plotting scheme. Street soldier High-roller, money-folder, international Street-player, Range Rover, Motorola SkyPager, Hellraiser, gun-blazer, nickel-plated Burner with the laser, the rusty razor cuts Chops little white rocks. Hill Playaz blowing up Spots from block-to-block, cock the Glock, make The drop, shake the cop. Three-sixty-five, the Rhyme Recka don't stop [Verse 4: Trigger Tha Gambler] Everyday crooks switching from Gangsters to snitches with hugs and kisses from Mr. to Mrs. and pants and shirts down to Blauers and skirts, wannabes to experts, Glock To gawk for that turf butt. Same ACP, yo Lately, you see, what I'm out for is to damage The industry, but, basically, facing us, you're Crazy. Beating Next Level? Never that, no No ifs, ands, or maybes [Verse 5: Smoothe Da Hustler] It went from premeditated To impulse Teflon through your door. Went from Ex-con to entrepreneur—peep the switch-up I'm all up in your face like po-9 with my stick up Ready for the slipup, pickup. Even move wrong I'll spark crooks. Wrote the unexplainable. Now I'm Seeing dough like Garth Brooks. Whatever guy ever try Stepping up to win better step up to, again, be put To rest talking hustling [Hook: Rhyme Recka] (x3) Got to get Your hustle on. Got to make cream, got to make Moves. You know the deal, y'all. When The cash gets low, re-up, you know, make them Power moves. It's all about the hustle