เนื้อเพลง Bonafide Hustler - Young Buck
เนื้อเพลง Bonafide Hustler
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I'm a special kinda n*gga with mine's yknow,
I grind I get's my paper, you know what I mean?
Hahaha...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine I'm a Bonafide Hustler...
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They say heaven's for Church go'ers and Hell's for the heathens,
So Im'a just ball the f*ck out while I'm breathin,
8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip?
Crack spots smokey fiends s*ckin on that glass d*ck,
Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine,
I tell you what, I hook you up this one last time,
Custody's comin' son is pumpin watch the packs disolve,
Save Reciedo some food stamps we stackin' It off,
Pass that joint whats his name son? I dont remember,
The Hatian n*gga with the guitar that sang "Gone In November,"
I do a buck 40 in the rain hydro plainin',
Now we can get a Diablo Candy-Painted,
Got that hydro burnin' got the burner in the stash,
Hit the hazards hit the A.C. then it come out the dash,
If I go in the club son and n*ggas start dumbin',
Start shootin an' I ain't strapped, f*ck it I'm runnin'...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler,
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler...
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I been out here for too long I deserve to get a bird (Yeah),
The fiend's know my name now from standin' on this curb (Buck),
I got blood on my shirt (What) and a hand full of crack,
A bunch of lil' n*ggas with dime sack's in they backpacks (Fo real),
Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the Projects,
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless (Aight),
N*ggas know me from fillin up ya heroine needles,
I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english (Yeah),
We ain't scared of the row we just get it and go,
When you see them Tennessee tags n*gga you already know,
I don't trust no hoes thats how T got popped,
He showed the b*tch where his stash was she told it to the cops (Yeah),
Me and Preist 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' it for 10 my n*gga...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine,
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler...
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
You know Ima hustler yeah,
Now I'm Headed down South and that's my word,
I'm on a Greyhound 'bout to move these birds,
And if these n*ggas don't let me sling,
I'm out there robbin' everything,
Got a brand new Mack, and a P-89,
Yeah he's a hustler man I stay on the grind,
9 grams of Heroine 100 grams of Coke,
12 O's of Mushrooms 2 pounds of Smoke,
3 Gal's of Dust Juice and a tank of L.S.D.
And a 1000 pills of every kind of Exstacy,
Hash, Ha-Sheesh, I bought a '62,
When I was younger with my crew,
I had them n*ggas sniffin glue,
It's 40 cinnagrams to them trucker's and bammer's,
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer,
I'm a Hustler, man I supply the fiends,
I'm a Hustler, n*gga I'll sell you a dream...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine,
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n*gga get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f*ck ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler...