Текст (слова) песни: Young Buck f 50 Cent, Tony Yayo - Bonafide Hustler

 
[50 Cent] 
Yeah, I`m a special kind of nigga with mines, y`know? 
I grind, I gets my paper, y`knahmean? 
Ha ha ha, oh yeah 
 
[Chorus: 50 Cent] 
I`m a bonafide hustler 
Nigga get out of line I`ll gut, ya 
Me - I`m bout my paper it`s fuck, ya 
If you, play games with mine 
I can match it from behind with my nine 
 
[50] I`m a bonafide hustler 
 
[Verse One: 50 Cent] 
They say heaven`s for churchgoers and hell`s for the heathens 
So I`ma just ball the fuck 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 nigga 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 fag-o in the club sonnin, niggaz start dumbin 
Start shootin and I ain`t strapped, fuck it I`m runnin 
 
[Chorus] - repeat 2X 
 
[50] I`m a bonafide hustler 
 
[Verse Two: Young Buck] 
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` niggaz 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 niggaz 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 nigga you already know 
I don`t trust no ho, 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 nigga 
 
[Chorus] - repeat 2X 
 
[50] I`m a bonafide hustler 
 
[Verse Three: Tony Yayo] 
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 niggaz don`t let me sling 
{*click clack*} 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, 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 niggaz sniffin glue 
It`s 40`s to the gram to them truckers and bamas 
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer 
I`m a hustler, man I supply the fiends 
I`m a hustler, nigga I`ll sell you a dream 
 
[Chorus] - repeat 2X 
 
[50] I`m a bonafide hustler
 

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