Bonafide Hustler - Young Buck

Yeah, I’m a special kind of nigga with mines, y’know?

I grind, I gets my paper, y’knahmean?

Ha ha ha, oh yeah

I’m a bonafide hustler

Nigga get out of line I’ll gut, ya

Me — I’m bout my paper it’s fuck, ya

If you, play games with mine

I come at you from behind with my nine

I’m a bonafide hustler

They say heaven’s for churchgoers and hell’s for the heathens

So I’mma just ball the fuck out while I’m breathin

Eighth after eighth, what’chu know about that fast flip?

Crack spots, smoky fiends sucking on that glass dick

Now Sham stay askin for a dime for 9

I’ll tell you what, I’ll hook you up just one last time

Customs is comin son is pumpin watch the packs dissolve

Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it all

That’s that joint what’s his name son?

I don’t remember

That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing «Gone 'Til November»

I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin

Lamborghini Diablo, candy painted

Got that hydro burnin, got the burner in the stash

Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash

If I go in the club son and niggas start dumbing

Start shooting and I ain’t strapped, fuck it I’m running

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I’m a bonafide hustler

I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird

The fiends know my name now from standin on this curb

I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack

A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sacks in they backpacks

Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects

You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless

You niggas know me, from fillin up your heroin needles

I’m connected with them people who don’t speak no English

We ain’t scared of the roll, we just get it and go

You see them Tennessee tags nigga you already know

I don’t trust no ho, that’s how T got popped

He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops

Me and Priest had the streets on lock

He’d break down the blocks, I’d open up shop around the clock

And I ain’t gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen

We at it again, we gettin 'em for ten my nigga

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I’m a bonafide hustler

You know I’m a hustler ey

Now I’m headed down South and that’s my word

I’m on the Greyhound bout to move these birds

And if these niggas don’t let me sling

I’m out there robbin everything

Got a brand new MAC, and a P-89

Ya’s a hustler, man I stay on the grind

9 grams of heroin, 100 grams of coke

12 o’s of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke

3 gal’s of dust juice and a tank of LSD

And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy

Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two

When I was younger with my crew I had them niggas sniffin glue

It’s 40's for the gram to them truckers in Bamas

And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer

I’m a hustler, man I supply the fiends

I’m a hustler, nigga I’ll sell you a dream

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I’m a bonafide hustler