Birthed a Hustler (Acappella)

Talk
Talk
I knew I was a boss before I said I was
Old Harlem like I'm Betha had to Double Up
If you ever played the corner then you one of us
The streets done turn a nigga to a Hustler
Let's get this money man
Okay, shit street done turn a nigga to a, uh
Talk
This that stash a packed on the car tires
Death to any Ras Clot who wore wires
Surrounded by the real them niggas all liars
I pay a fiend to get it done I hope you like surprises
Rap Michael Myers passenger and pilot
Ain't gotta question who the fliest I took shit the highest
How can I be afraid of hell? I been through fire
Know what it feel like to lose y'all preaching to the choir

The street done turn a nigga to a Hustler
Shit, the street done turn a nigga to a, what?
Street done turn a nigga to a Hustler

It's fucked up when your blood turn bitch
Thicker than water but real and fake I can't mix
Start with a quarter got to a ounce in a few flips
You in ya bag? Must be body size I get it zipped
We gon' make it rich I got to
Stay away from niggas who say "I got you"
But don't really got you
It's like when you make it BIG they can't wait to Pac you
I think niggas hate when you look like you just hit the Lotto
Far from a role model, but I give 'em hope
I'm the one who overcame when they said I won't
See my niggas put in pain yeah they do the most
Break bread and when we done get a different loaf
Young fuckin' the game up we was pitchin' soap
That wasn't cool but back then we just didn't know
Shit we used to pluck the roaches out the cereal
Now promoters drop a bag just to do a show

The street done turn a nigga to a Hustler
Chea, yo, the street done turn a nigga to a, to a
Sheesh
Street done turn a nigga to a Hustler
Bang