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letra de new jack hustler (nino's theme) - ice-t

hustler, word, i pull the trigger long
grit my t–th, spray till every n-gga’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 n-gga 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 m-th-f-ckin right
[something] my grip, check my b-tch, 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 -ss, bust the cap on the moet
cause i don’t wanna hear that cr-p

(chorus)
hustler
hustler
hustler
h-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler

(kid drop in)
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 n-gga 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 m-th-f-cka 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 (ha ha ha ha)
that’s a joke cause i’m never gonna be broke
when i die there’ll be bullets and gunsmoke
ya don’t like my lifestyle? f-ck you!
i’m rollin with the new jack crew
and i’m a hustler

h-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler
new jack, new jack……….

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
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 h-ll? well sh-t gets hot
pregnant teens, children’s 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 m-th-f-cka 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
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, new jack……

- ice t

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