Hustler 50 Cent текст и слова песни

Don't make this complicated

My old school candy painted

I hustle hard

When I come through they like ''oh my God - that nigga clean''


From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz

And move it, I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby


I come through, I had the hoes like ''who he?''

Seats in the old school Louis

Shoes and the belt buckle Louis

We don't need more details now do we?

Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion

You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision

It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood

Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?

Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect

Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt

I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set

This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit


From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz

And move it, I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby


Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk market and distribution and politics

Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block

I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop

I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me

Socks drugs under surface, Versace, Versace, Versace

Designer threads in every form of fashion

I express myself so the question I'm askin'

Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?

We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit

That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing

In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing


From the beginning it was written I suppose

I break a whole on the 36 oz

And move it, I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby

My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes

I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby

I'm a hustler, baby


Oh, it's cold out here

It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded

It's 50

When I come through you see me

In the Suburbans that's bulletproof, bomb proof, leather six, what else?

When I go hard I go hard

When I don't want you to see me I switch it up

I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera

In the back like ''ooh wee''

We rolling

I hustle, man, it's what I do, man

Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?