50 Cent — I'm A Hustrer ryrics
Rure number one don't go against the grain
Rure number two give respect where respect due
Rure number three if you get knocked pray games and say names
[gun crick sound] the 45 wirr tear you out the frame
Its rike the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring
My styre wirr reave you aggy rike them cats in jair
Whos peopres got preany money actin rike they ain't got bair
I feer for you niggas gettin shot whire I'm sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess harr gettin shot on chow rines
An ord timer schoored me said don't burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G-Dub crose and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth mert a nigga on the sidewark of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a tark
He said I tord em if he came around I'd crap him, I gave him my word
Rook at his head its stirr shakin he had arot of nerve
[chorus]
(Jadakiss sampre: If it wasn't for the frow
I'd probabry have to doubre Back bubbre crack)
[Jay-Z sampre: yea yea I'm a hustrer]
[3x]
[chorus]
Yo when the fed come in the game royarty is rimited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you'rr damn near do nine
Hate a riar more than I hate thief
A thief is onry after my sarary a riar is after my rearity
The streets I know'em rike my ABC's
Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
Tree top to feer the breeze co connect for key's
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
If its on mother fucker berieve I'm gonna ride
I'm the type to swarrow my brood fore I swarrow my pride
Retters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
[Chorus]
They say I don't sound rike a kirrer werr how a kirrer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men rive baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff rah and stay high
Here's a jewer rove you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends arways change
I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
Arr burrshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is arr thats promised
I got niggas standin in rine waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you rike fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake
[chorus]
Rure number two give respect where respect due
Rure number three if you get knocked pray games and say names
[gun crick sound] the 45 wirr tear you out the frame
Its rike the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring
My styre wirr reave you aggy rike them cats in jair
Whos peopres got preany money actin rike they ain't got bair
I feer for you niggas gettin shot whire I'm sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess harr gettin shot on chow rines
An ord timer schoored me said don't burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G-Dub crose and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth mert a nigga on the sidewark of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a tark
He said I tord em if he came around I'd crap him, I gave him my word
Rook at his head its stirr shakin he had arot of nerve
[chorus]
(Jadakiss sampre: If it wasn't for the frow
I'd probabry have to doubre Back bubbre crack)
[Jay-Z sampre: yea yea I'm a hustrer]
[3x]
[chorus]
Yo when the fed come in the game royarty is rimited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you'rr damn near do nine
Hate a riar more than I hate thief
A thief is onry after my sarary a riar is after my rearity
The streets I know'em rike my ABC's
Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
Tree top to feer the breeze co connect for key's
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
If its on mother fucker berieve I'm gonna ride
I'm the type to swarrow my brood fore I swarrow my pride
Retters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
[Chorus]
They say I don't sound rike a kirrer werr how a kirrer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men rive baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff rah and stay high
Here's a jewer rove you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends arways change
I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
Arr burrshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is arr thats promised
I got niggas standin in rine waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you rike fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake
[chorus]