Hustler's Story (feat. Scarface, Akon and Big Gee)

Akon and B.I.G., yeah Niggers talking it but ain't living it Cristal pops, I'm sipping it, mob hats and lizard shit 'Gator trunks bitch, rolling blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if I'mma fuck with her She know I treats my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana dripping Big Popper never slipping H-class diamonds shining Dinner with the wifey wining, dining Smoking cigars in Bogotá With Colombian niggers named Panama And Englique and shit Games we play life ending Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped Singles on top Benjamins Under the rest of 'em Advancing From duplex to mansion Stashing keys, hiding G's overseas VCR's in my V's Game elevates, money I make Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands Discussing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves your rear views trembling What you gonna do when popper catch an attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings, it's a Frank White thing, I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shooting Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Picture me, a product of the zone three Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be Shit cost, money never came to me When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly The lord humble niggers 'specially if they act like They too big for they draw when they stacks right Think I'm bullshitting? A bunch of niggers back like Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock I know some whores for the dro you can hit the cock I know a nigga working 9-5 Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed Got kin folk backyard big whips Escart that lift my homeboy this year Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shooting Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Akon While B.I.G. sitting up with Englique I'm on the coastline politicking with José We got the birds flying in the coop all day Trying to find a new way to smuggling pure yay' We bout our business, ain't no small time thieves If you ain't growing the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet See I'm the one to call when things get deep And my Africans will put your main man to sleep, now And Mexico far from the block Trying to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now Selling arms as well as rocks in my socks If you could show me the money, here's the keys to the lock, now Hey, you know the streets is my territory Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me Hey, whether win, lose or draw Believe that death is waiting for all Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shooting Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Face Mob in the building (uh huh) Niggers is quick to chop rocks and hide hands Make a break for it, get away from it, that was the plan (but) So the whole time, I been plotting on his man Caught him slipping and sleeping, I hit his ass wit the can, and Here's something that you can't understand How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga's soul? (Damn) I'm on some get back shit, there comes a time In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs I been on the grind, got homies doing time Behind niggers acting like bitches and bitches dropping dimes I'm ducking indictments, pussies is wearing wires Niggers just ain't telling, no, they know we let it slide But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine The rats one thing a real nigga here despise I'm a five K one killer, I set his ass on fire Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Looking for this hour glass of time Trying to find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living? 4-5-6 is on the streets, they shooting Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story