I'm a Hustler

[Produced by DJ Scratch] [Verse 1] Rule number one: Don't go against the grain Rule number two: Give respect where respect due Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names The 45 will tear you out the frame It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fucking thing For me ain't nothin' changed, but the things my money brings My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got plenty money actin like they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas gettin' shot while I'm sayin' this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin' chopped on chow lines An old timer schooled me, said: "Don't burn bridges, my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo' ass gotta swim" I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk in New York Me and shorty stood from a far and had a talk He said "I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word Look at his head its still shakin' he had a lot of nerve" [Hook] If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler [Verse 2] Yo when the Feds come in the game, loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin' feminine With the Feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke, you get ten, you'll damn near do nine I hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality The streets I know'em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya' cheese Try to see three hundred G's before you see 300Z's Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connect for key's Yo' bitches sexin' me, take me to ecstacy Once I nut, I don't want 'em next to me If it's on, mother fucker, believe I'mma ride I'm the type to swallow my blood before I swallow my pride Letters on my sweater read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin' with me from BKNY [Hook] If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler [Verse 3] They say I don't sound like a killer, well how a killer sound? I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down See many men live, baby, and many men die Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high Here's a jewel: love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same, friends always change I learned quick that there's more than one way to skin a cat You can get 'em in the face, dog, or down his back All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest I fear no man, for death is all that's promised I got niggas standin' in line waitin' to hear me spit From '86 to '96 the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin' to shine I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine Ain't nothin' changed in the game, but faces and names The state, the weight, the date and the jake [Hook] If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack I'm a hustler