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Cassidy - I'm a Hustla [*] lyrics
(feat. Jay-Z) [Chorus - Jay-Z] Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey [Verse 1 - Cassidy] I'm so nice I'd bet my life I guess I got gambling problems You scramblers can't handle the problems, STOP, I win a lot When I bet so I spend a lot, the rocks on my neck they weigh more Than a cinder block, to move forward I had to guard and defend the Rock and I got more blocks than synagogue, Shaq start to get loud when I send the shots, hit this drama I'm like Douma you dinner opp Cause you's not no contender opp, I make um sick to they gut when I Pick up the pen and jot, I grind on summer hustle all winter opp You working wit a burger to, you still a beginner opp They bring in chips in when I cock, Scarface died of a 14/5 I give 'em 10 a watt, lets get around break it down get 10 a rot My clip switch is at 6 and 10 o'clock, I workin with the raw thug And I be in the spot, you working with the law thug you should of Been a cop, I don't care if you've been shot been to the pen or not Pussy I'll pull it, give you A bullet in a box [Chorus - Jay-Z] I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey [Verse 2 - Cassidy] You a bitch ass nigga, snitch ass nigga, I'm the type to get cash Quick fast nigga, Cass is a rich ass nigga, I got it on smash I make Hits and your shit trash nigga, naw you ain't hot at all, so when the Media asks if I fuck wit a lot of y'all I'm like not at all, the last Cat I heard rapping I knotted off, so I ain't fucking with nothing If I'm not involved, My one liners make rhymers need tylenol, and I've Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I Flip the keys, I got 20's of the Christmas trees with no sticks and Seeds, that'll get you higher than a muthafucka, I'm a pretty type guy Flyer than a muthafucka, I'm a hustler wit time and a plan, When I Perform its more than 2000 in the stands, I been getting thousands to The grams, that's why I'm on the cover of the Source with 10,000 in My hand, the reason I be smiling for my fans, is because I ain't Trying lose my deal like I'm Dylon from The Band, man, these niggaz Acting like thugs, but they ain't never squeeze, these niggaz Acting like bloods its cuz they ain't never bleed, we all thugs I'm A better breed and you can't say that I don't come back to the hood Cuz I ain't never leave, and shit change, shit the same wit this Cheddar cheese, I just cop betta coke and smoke betta weed, I'm single So I get the hoes that I want, I had the #1 single and went gold In a month what you want. [Chorus] |
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