Hustler's Story (feat. Scarface, Akon and Big Gee of Boyz N Da Hood)

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