DJ Whoo Kid - Bonafide Hustler lyrics

[50 Cent] Yeah, I'm a special kind of n***a with mines, y'know? I grind, I gets my paper, y'knahmean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah [Hook: 50 Cent] I'm a bonafide hustler n***a get out of line I'll gut, ya Me - I'm bout my paper it's f**, ya If you, play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine [50] I'm a bonafide hustler [Verse One: 50 Cent] They say heaven's for churchgoers and hell's for the heathens So I'mma just ball the f** out while I'm breathin Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smoky fiends s**ing on that gla** dick Now Sham stay askin for a dime for 9 I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time Customs is comin son is pumpin watch the packs dissolve Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all That's that joint what's his name son? I don't remember That Haitian n***a with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November" I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted Got that hydro burnin, got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash If I go in the club son and n***as start dumbing Start shooting and I ain't strapped, f** it I'm running [Hook] - repeat 2X [50] I'm a bonafide hustler [Verse Two: Young Buck] I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird The fiends know my name now from standin on this curb I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack A bunch of lil' n***as with dime sacks in they backpacks Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless You n***as know me, from fillin up your heron needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no English We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go You see them Tennessee tags n***a you already know I don't trust no ho, that's how T got popped He showed a b**h where his stash was, she told it to the cops Me and Priest had the streets on lock He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin 'em for ten my n***a [Hook] - repeat 2X [50] I'm a bonafide hustler [Verse Three: Tony Yayo] You know I'm a hustler ey Now I'm headed down South and that's my word I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these birds And if these n***as don't let me sling {*click clack*} I'm out there robbin everything Got a brand new MAC, and a P-89 Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the grind 9 grams of h**n, 100 grams of coke 12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke 3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSD And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two When I was younger with my crew I had them n***as sniffin glue It's 40's for the gram to them truckers in Bamas And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends I'm a hustler, n***a I'll sell you a dream [Hook] - repeat 2X [50] I'm a bonafide hustler