Chuck Chillout - Small Time Hustler lyrics

Chumps be pulling up in Caddies Knowing that car belongs to your daddy Pumping the volume up in the speakers When they blow, your pop's gonna beat your bu*t; you're out of gas, and still rolling Cause your mind these girls are controlling "We should go around my way!" And just like an, you say "OK" You shoulda known you wasn't gonna make it Go for a tow truck, somebody takes it Now you're stuck way out in Brooklyn You're in deep the way things are looking You can't get home cause you live too far Your cash and ID was back in the car Now you wish you had driven your Duster But it's too late: You've been had by a hustler s**ers be trying to play Mr.Bigshot Flashing cash they ain't even got Playing the role like they're big drug Dan Knowing the cash goes straight to the boss man The only cash you got is carfare Other than that, not a dime to spare What do you have when you stand on the ave It makes me want to laugh Always talking about the way you're packing a gun Everybody knows you're just acting Some of your buddies that you call a posse Be plotting and scheming to get them some Scotty They know you talk much crap and you're full of it And when you do have a gun, there's no bullets So don't try to front on me buster Cause you're nothing, you're just a small time hustler I see you in the clubs, kids try to be grown Pretending you're rich, but you still live at home Never paid rent since your life began Got your allowance and think you're a man Brag on your house but your crib is wack You come in the front and you fall out the back Go with your girl, but she wants a file So you go s** a token out a turnstile Females be out there trying to be fly Looking for some Mr. Goodbar guy To buy 'em a hit for a trick or a nick If you come this way, none will you get! Girl you be looking a horrible sight Out on the corner way past midnight Walking the street like a cop on the beat Till the ground gets some meat with the skin on your feet You're a skrum and then some! You smell like a bum, what you're doing is dumb You be on a mission, I know you're wishing You had some food cause malnutrition Has made you look like a skinny man Just like who did it and ran Beaming up every five you muster You ain't fly no more; you're just a hustler Rappers be out here be trying to be stars Saying weak rhymes - behind bodyguards Acting real tough like they can fight well But when we're alone, not once do they swell Up on the stage, they try to kick ba** But I don't hear a peep when we're face to face! Some MC's be saying they're illin'! But on the real tip, they ain't willing To act like a man and pick up the mic For the purpose of having a real MC fight! They know the deal; and what time it is With me, they get stone cold dissed My rhymes are like Master Card, they got clout Without a doubt; I'll take them out That will be their last stand, like Custer You ain't a rapper! You're just a small time hustler