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young buck - bonafide hustler كلمات الأغنية

(feat. 50 cent & tony yayo)

[50 cent:]
yeah, i’m a special kinda n-gg- with mine’s
i grind, i get’s my paper, you know what i mean?
hahaha

they heaven’s for the church go’ers, and h-ll’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, suckin on that gl-ss 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
past that joint, whats his name son? i dont remember
the haitian n-gg- with the guitar that sang “gone in november”
i do a buck 40 in the rain, hydro plainin’
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 n-gg-s start dumbin’
start shootin n’ i ain’t straped, f-ck it, i’m runnin’

i’m a bonafide hustler, n-gg- 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-gg- 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

[young buck:]
i been out here for too long, i deserve to get a bird
the fiend’s know my name now, from standin’ on this curb
i got blood on my shirt, and a hand full of crack
a bunch of lil’ n-gg-s with dime sack’s 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
n-gg-s know me, from fillin up ya’ heroine needles
i’m connected with them people who don’t speak no english
we ain’t scared of the road, we just get it and go
when you see them tennessee tags n-gg-, you already know
i don’t trust no hoes, thats how ‘t got pop’d
he told the b-tch where his stash was, she told it to the cops
me and preist had the streets on lock
he’d break down the blocks, i’d open up shop, ’round 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-gg-

[50 cent:]
i’m a bonafide hustler, n-gg- 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-gg- 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

[tony yayo:]
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-gg-s 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 c-ke
12 o’s of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke
3 gal’s of dust juice, and a tank of lsd
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-gg-s sniffin glue
it’s 40 cinnagrams, to them trucka’s and bammer’s
and i can chef up a miricle with arm & hammer
i’m a hustler, man i supply the fiends
i’m a hustler, n-gg- i’ll sell you a dream

- young buck

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