(feat. Jay-Z)
[Chorus - Jay-Z]
n***a ask about me n***a ask about me
n***a ask about me n***a 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
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a ask about me
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a 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
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a ask about me
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a 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 - Ca**idy]
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 co*k, 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
p**y 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
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a ask about me
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a 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
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a ask about me
n***a ask a... n***a-n***a 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 - Ca**idy]
You a b**h a** n***a, snitch a** n***a, I'm the type to get cash
Quick fast n***a, Ca** is a rich a** n***a, I got it on smash I make
Hits and your sh** trash n***a, naw you ain't hot at all, so when the
Media asks if I f** 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 f**ing 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 muthaf**a, I'm a pretty type guy
Flyer than a muthaf**a, 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 n***az
Acting like thugs, but they ain't never squeeze, these n***az
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 sh** change, sh** 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]