[Intro]
Shout to Desert Storm
("Gangsta Grillz, you ba*tardS!")
Whattup? Shoutout Ski
Dorrough whattup? {"Gangsta Grizzill!!"}
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they 'posed to smile, ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Everywhere we go, bet they know who we are, ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Ohhhhhhh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?
(DJ DRAMA!!)
[Fabolous]
Now you could ask any hustler you know
They'll tell you it's in the wrist
I'm a good cook, make a hell of a dinner dish
Get stiffed quick, they say a fella is generous
I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres
I got a sales pitch, I should do a infomercial
I did Foreman Grill numbers on the strength of purple
Your money long, they go to any length to slurp you
So f** a b**h 'less she in the Oprah Winfrey circle
Don't get me wrong, I'll get at you honey
But I'm a bachelor, all I do is spatula money
Scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it
Stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it
I'm a chef that cook up ways to make me rich
Clothin line recipe, yeah I make it rich
Them wire taps make a hustler nervous
Got a problem? Don't call me I ain't customer service
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man
Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, call me hustle man
What you need chief, c**a or the weed leaf?
f**in with my hustle's only gon' breed beef
Went South and came back with shoppin bags full of guns
Fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns
A Carolina drive, up and down the 95
Got the 40's for 7, but I sell 'em 9 from 5
f** a 9 to 5, I'm a hustleholic
I need rubberbands, these stacks'll bust a wallet
The pills pull some money on a good E day
Every thing could buy and sell, hood eBay
You give me two dice, I ride it like the 4 train
Bring more 7-11's than the store chain
You give me three of them, I shoot 'em like a milly clip
Roll more 6's out then a Benz dealership
[Chorus]
[Ca**idy]
Yup! You could tell I get my hustle on
The scent of crack in my clothes you smell I get my hustle on
It's official y'all I was on my gristle y'all
And I whipped the raw in a Vlasic pickle jar
Before I had a deal, I was baggin krillz
And I had pills but they wasn't Advils
These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown
But I'm the hustler, I do it like Nino now
I ain't with the phone sh**, in '88 I was only 6
I missed that paper, but nine-six or later (what?)
I did it major, plenty n***az could vouch for me
Like them n***az that be runnin the coke house for me
But it ain't 'bout what I was it's 'bout what I'm 'bout to be
So I wanna shout out Fab for lookin out for me ('Loso!!)
I beat my case even though some n***az was doubtin me
I took them folks to trial, the poster child
[Chorus]