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Scarface - Hustler lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Lo-Lo ] 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 [ CHORUS: ] 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 [ VERSE 2: O.C. The Sinister ] 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 [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Lo-Lo & O.C. ] 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 One's for the dough, two's for the shows, hoes, and tours [ CHORUS ] |
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