Ice T - New Jack Hustler Lyrics
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,Grit my teeth, spray till every niggas gone.Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,Last thing I sweats a sucka punk cop.Move like a king when I roll, hops,You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.You gotta deal with this cause theres no way out,Why? cash money aint 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 mutha*****in right.[something] my grip, check my *****, keep my game tight.So many hos on my jock, think Im a movie star.Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.Go to school, I aint goin for it,Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the moet.Cause I dont wanna hear that crap,Why? Id rather be a new jack-----hustler(chorus)HustlerHustlerHustlerH-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler(kid drop in)Yo man you know what Im sayin?You got it goin on my man, I like how its goin down.You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.Look at that ring right there,I know its real, its 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?Whats up? you say you wanna be down?Ease back, or mutha*****a get beat down.Out my face, fool Im 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 gsImagine that, me workin at mickey ds (ha ha ha ha).Thats a joke cause Im never gonna be broke,When I die therell be bullets and gunsmoke.Ya dont like my lifestyle? ***** you!Im rollin with the new jack crew.And Im a hustler.H-u-s-t-l-e-r hustlerNew 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 thats evident.All I loves my dope and dead presidents.Sound crazy? well it isnt.The ends justifies the means, thats 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 thats the plan, and I dont understand,God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.But since I dont know, and I aint 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 youre coming down my block,You wanna journey through hell? well shit gets hot.Pregnant teens, childrens screams,Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.You dont come here much, and ya better not.Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.I gotta get more money than you got,So what, if some mutha*****a gets shot?Thats how the game is played,Another brother slayed, the wound is deepBut theyre givin us a band aid.My educations low but I got long dough,Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,My uzis my best friend, cold as a mortician.Lock me up, its genocidal catastrophe,Therell be another one after me!A hustler.Hustler.H-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler.New jack, new jack......
