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New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice T
Ice T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphonse Henderson
Alphonse Henderson
Songwriter
Tracy Marrow
Tracy Marrow
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice T
Ice T
Producer
DJ Aladdin
DJ Aladdin
Producer

Lyrics

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth, spray 'til every nigga's gone Got my block sewn, armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop Move like a king when I roll, hops You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got nothin' to lose, much to gain In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Thinkin' my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hoes on my jock, think I'm a movie star Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car Go to school, I ain't goin' for it Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet 'Cause I don't wanna hear that crap Why? I'd rather be a New Jack hustler Hustler Hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler Yo man you know what I'm sayin'? You got it goin' on my man, I like how it's goin' down You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels Look at that ring right there I know it's real, it's gotta be real Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man How can I be down? What's up, you say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down Out my face, fool, I'm the illest Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis Got my crew in effect, I bought 'em new Jags So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin' at Mickey D's That's a joke 'cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke You don't like my lifestyle, fuck you I'm rollin with the New Jack crew And I'm a hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler Here I come, so you better break North As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth I care nothing 'bout you, and that's evident All I love's my dope and dead presidents Sound crazy? Well it isn't The ends justifies the means, that's the system I learned that in school then I dropped out Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout I had nothing, and I wanted it You had everything, and you flaunted it Turned the needy into the greedy With cocaine, my success came speedy Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox Every dollar I get, another brother drops Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand God damn, you got me sinkin' in quicksand But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned I gotta get paid, I got money to earn With my posse, out on the ave Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam Is this a nightmare, or the American dream? So think twice if you're coming down my block You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot Pregnant teens, childrens' screams Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam You don't come here much, and ya better not Wrong move, bang, ambulance cot I gotta get more money than you got So what, if some muthafucka gets shot? That's how the game is played Another brother slayed, the wound is deep But they're givin us a Band-Aid My education's low but I got long dough I'm raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro Sleep on silk, lie like a politician My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe There'll be another one after me A hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler New Jack Hustler
Writer(s): Alphonso Henderson, Tracy Lauren Marrow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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