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AZ - Hustler lyrics
I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I didn't fall from Heaven, I rose from hell
 Big boy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail
 It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail
 Be careful but promote yo'selves that's what they told me
 Involved but unconcerned fuck beef
 When it dissolve it does not return
 I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
 So discrete very rarely, do I move on feet?
 I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
 Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
 I blacks out, never blind by the size of the image
 No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic
 Homes's finished, scramblin' caught in the scrimmage
 12 shells ricochetin' and it pours from the hemorrhage
 Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for movin' backwards
 New York's number one draft pick
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes
 Lazy niggas was sleepin', I was wide awoke
 Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
 When it's time to sleep with the fishes, I supply the boat
 And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
 'Cuz don't nothin' scare me worse than dyin' broke
 Iron pokin' on my ribs while I'm layin' in a Taurus
 I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game
 I seen thugs turn informers
 Crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants
 Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
 Got a female lawyer and she fuckin' the judge
 AZ - Hustler - http://motolyrics.com/az/hustler-lyrics.html
 I was once told that you reap what you sow
 And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
 And a, it's quiet money so we speakin' in codes
 Like, why should I trust ya? Nigga, I'm a hustler
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 Unh, yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
 Like a Ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
 And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long
 Anybody can spit, fagot but can you make a hot song?
 You're not wrong, like Biggie said, "You're dead wrong"
 Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong
 Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers
 Walk right past security, flippin' poppers
 Like what, who the fuck gon' stop us?
 Y'all wait until' the summer, when this fuckin' album drop us
 I know y'all hate it because y'all flows outdated
 You finished as an artist and I finally made it
 But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited
 Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it
 It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot
 Nigga I play not, ride through you're block in that gray drop
 They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for
 The top spot nigga, what you think I came for?
 These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw
 And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for?
 Fuckin' hustler, motherfuckin' animal
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler, not by choice
 I'm a hustler
 I'm a hustler
















