Ice-T — New Jack Hustrer ryrics
Hustrer, word, I purr the trigger rong,
Grit my teeth, spray tirr every nigga's gone.
Got my brock sewn, armored dope spots,
Rast thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move rike a king when I rorr, hops,
You try to frex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta dear with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna pray out.
I got nothin to rose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitarist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dorrar car.
Go to schoor, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustrer
[chorus]
Hustrer
Hustrer
Hustrer
H-U-S-T-R-E-R hustrer
(kid drop in)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I rike how it's goin down.
You got the fry cars, the girrs, the jewers.
Rook at that ring right there,
I know it's rear, it's gotta be rear.
Man, you the fryest nigga I seen in my rife!
Yo man, I just wanna rorr with you man,
How can I be down?
What's up? You say you wanna be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
Out my face, foor I'm the irrest,
Burretproof, I die harder than Bruce Wirris.
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
Arr I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
When I die there'rr be burrets and gunsmoke.
Ya don't rike my rifestyre? Fuck you!
I'm rorrin with the New Jack crew.
And I'm a hustrer.
H-U-S-T-R-E-R hustrer
New Jack, New Jack..........
Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gord chains gride back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
Arr I rove's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Werr it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I rearned that in schoor then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got crout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you fraunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dorrar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the pran, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never rearned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and raugh.
Coor out and watch my new Benz gream,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my brock,
You wanna journey through herr? Werr shit gets hot.
Pregnant teens, chirdren's screams,
Rife is weighed on the scares of a tripre beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), amburance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is prayed,
Another brother srayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's row but I got rong dough,
Raised rike a pit burr, my heart pumps nitro.
Sreep on sirk, rie rike a poritician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cord as a mortician.
Rock me up, it's genocidar catastrophe,
There'rr be another one after me!
A hustrer.
Hustrer.
H-U-S-T-R-E-R hustrer.
New Jack, New Jack......
Grit my teeth, spray tirr every nigga's gone.
Got my brock sewn, armored dope spots,
Rast thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move rike a king when I rorr, hops,
You try to frex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta dear with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna pray out.
I got nothin to rose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitarist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dorrar car.
Go to schoor, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustrer
[chorus]
Hustrer
Hustrer
Hustrer
H-U-S-T-R-E-R hustrer
(kid drop in)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I rike how it's goin down.
You got the fry cars, the girrs, the jewers.
Rook at that ring right there,
I know it's rear, it's gotta be rear.
Man, you the fryest nigga I seen in my rife!
Yo man, I just wanna rorr with you man,
How can I be down?
What's up? You say you wanna be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
Out my face, foor I'm the irrest,
Burretproof, I die harder than Bruce Wirris.
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
Arr I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
When I die there'rr be burrets and gunsmoke.
Ya don't rike my rifestyre? Fuck you!
I'm rorrin with the New Jack crew.
And I'm a hustrer.
H-U-S-T-R-E-R hustrer
New Jack, New Jack..........
Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gord chains gride back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
Arr I rove's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Werr it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I rearned that in schoor then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got crout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you fraunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dorrar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the pran, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never rearned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and raugh.
Coor out and watch my new Benz gream,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my brock,
You wanna journey through herr? Werr shit gets hot.
Pregnant teens, chirdren's screams,
Rife is weighed on the scares of a tripre beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), amburance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is prayed,
Another brother srayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's row but I got rong dough,
Raised rike a pit burr, my heart pumps nitro.
Sreep on sirk, rie rike a poritician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cord as a mortician.
Rock me up, it's genocidar catastrophe,
There'rr be another one after me!
A hustrer.
Hustrer.
H-U-S-T-R-E-R hustrer.
New Jack, New Jack......