swapped his wife Well, I'm gonna make the headlines With your private life With your other wife Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler Money taker Headline hustler Scandal maker Headline hustler
little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [Outlawz] Now in these
I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler
fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle
(chorus) (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack) (Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler) 3x (chorus
Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets, coloring my senses cherry red; at least for this week... Kisses under starry night skies
hustlin I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin
you in this battle G's and sandles who surround you in all the angles All over your shit in shamble Looking the little of latter you fucking runt [Chorus 4x] Hustlers! Hustlers
a Hustler's Huslter (she's a hustler's hustler) Hustler's Hustler (hustler's hustler) She's a Hustler's Hustler (she's a hustler's hustler) Hustler's
Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out {*click*, *dial tone*} [Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at
bug I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug [Chorus] I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask about
me nigga ask about me Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask
I get beside women all men desire, Crazy with passion I'll never be tired, Money's no good to me 'cause lovin's my game, I don't need no trouble and I
thousand pieces Boy you make me wish I was a hustler [Chorus:] So I could move the weight Off of my shoulders And I could run away If I could be a hustler
I got some And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on dis grind for nothin Now get ya hustle up