Yeah, I`m a special kind of ni**a with mines, you know?
I grind, I gets my paper, you know what I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah

I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I`m a bonafide hustler

They say heaven`s for church goers and hell`s for the heathens
So I`ma just ball the f**k out while I`m breathin`
Eighth after eighth, what`chu know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin` on that glass dick
Now Sham stay askin` for a dime for 9
I`ll tell you what, I`ll hook you up just one last time
Customs is comin` son is pumpin` watch the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all

That`s that joint what`s his name son? I don`t remember
That Haitian ni**a with the guitar that sing "Gone `Til November"
I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin`
Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted
Got that hydro burnin`, got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash
If f**-o in the club sonnin`, ni**az start dumbin`
Start shootin` and I ain`t strapped, f**k it I`m runnin`

I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine
I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I`m a bonafide hustler

I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now from standin` on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack
A bunch of lil` ni**az with dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we gon` sell our dope regardless
You ni**az know me, from fillin` up your heron needles
I`m connected with them people who don`t speak no english

We ain`t scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags ni**a you already know
I don`t trust no hoes, that`s how T got popped
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on lock
He`d break down the blocks, I`d open up shop around the clock
And I ain`t gon` stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin` `em for ten my ni**a

I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine
I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I`m a bonafide hustler

You know I`m a hustler ey
Now I`m headed down South and that`s my word
I`m on the Greyhound bout to move these birds
And if these ni**az don`t let me sling
I`m out there robbin` everything
Got a brand new mac, and a P-89
Ya`s a hustler, man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of coke
12 o`s of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke

3 gal`s of dust juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two
When I was younger with my crew I had them ni**az sniffin` glue
It`s 40`s to the gram to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and Hammer
I`m a hustler, man I supply the fiends
I`m a hustler, ni**a I`ll sell you a dream

I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine
I`m a bonafide hustler, ni**a get out of line, I`ll cut ya
Me, I`m bout my paper it`s f**k, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I`m a bonafide hustler