Hustlin' Lyrics - Fat Joe

(feat. Armageddon) 

Uh, TS 

None better 

(Bronx niggaz, uh) 

Life of a hustler 

(Ha-hah 

What'chu know about that?) 

Yo, yo, yo 

Yo the mind of a hustler 

Be trained to count money and lies 

Supplyin' customers and 

Keep it peace and 

Just spendin' they time 

Pop another thug 

That's tryin' to scream 

But they dimes 

Hoppin' all the clubs in town 

They don't need to wear shines 

They got that energy 

Confident and always aware 

Who's watchin' them 

B****es on top of them 

They don't just be near 

Probably spot poppy and 

Them they robbed last year 

And just, nod and stare 

And show no fear 

'Cause nine times out of ten 

This b**** connects 

This kid to shoot you 

They too hot so catchin' 

A body's too crucial 

If you a hustler 

I know you relate 

Whether you home base 

Or go out of state 

This sh*t is real 

And you better recognize 

When you see 'em 

These niggaz kill 

A whole 'nother drug dealer 

Keep 'em with steels 

So be creepin' 

So it's real on the deal 

With the FED 

Some of them sleep in six feet 

'Cause they skrilled 

CHORUS: 

(Armageddon:) 

F***in' with hustlers 

You see us in the clubs 

Everybody wanna be us 

Wife beaters and flip drugs 

We them hustlers 

A little thug's role model 

Where the snubb full of hollow's 

Tryna earn a little power 

He a hustler 

Some of us locked for eternity 

Get shot down and murdered 

In beef or turnin' for police 

Hustlers 

Yeah, you know 

What the sparks done 

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You know where we evolve from 

You know when the heart's pump 

Hustlin' 

(Fat Joe:) 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo 

See life a style 

Now it's rappin' 

How you push packs 

In large amounts 

And never spend a day in life 

Movin' them cats about? 

That's not what Crack's about 

I cooked it, cut it and lift it 

From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith 

I took bricks and flip sh*t 

Clips I sit 'em even 

Whip some women 

From runnin' they lips 

And gettin' me in the 

Middle of sh*t with other niggaz 

And real dealers 

Don't be yappin' on the phone 

What you think, father born? 

Don't be caskets and clothes 

C'mon y'all know niggaz slip 

Speakin' a joke 

There go the dial tone, click 

Now you steamin' with holes 

Y'all motherf***ers couldn't fathom 

What's about to go down 

Like a year from now 

When the bears get out 

From a ten-year stretch down 

To air sh*t out 

Make him a man 

Show your heart when I tear it out 

They say hustlin' is the key 

To success, and on that note 

I can feed you niggaz for less 

I got madd coke 

Photos 

Repeat chorus 

(Fat Joe:) 

Yeah, it's for all 

My hustlin' niggaz 

All my liquid dime niggaz 

All my niggaz flippin' 

Bricks out there, yeah 

All my niggaz in the 

Columbia brother suits 

In the pourin' rain 

Tryna get your sh*t on 

Smokin' the CI in 

The rain, y'know? 

(Uh-huh) 

Cup of noodles in your hand 

It's you nigga Joey Coco 

And I'm a hustler 

Repeat chorus