Bonafide Hustler - Album Version (Edited) Lyrics
| Song | Bonafide Hustler - Album Version (Edited) |
| Artist | Young Buck |
| Album | Straight Outta Cashville |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Banks, Bernard, Brown, Hampton ... | |
| Yeah, I'm a special kind of nigga with mines, you know? | |
| I grind, I gets my paper, you know what | |
| I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler | |
| They say heaven's for church goers and hell's for the heathens | |
| So I'ma just ball the fuck out while | |
| I'm breathin' | |
| Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip? | |
| Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' 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 fag-o in the club sonnin', niggaz start dumbin' | |
| Start shootin' and | |
| I ain't strapped, fuck it | |
| I'm runnin' | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| 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' niggaz 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 niggaz know me, from fillin' up your heron 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 hoes, 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 | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| 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 niggaz don't let me sling | |
| I'm out there robbin' everything | |
| Got a brand new mac, and a | |
| P-89Ya's a hustler, man | |
| I stay on the grind9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of coke12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of | |
| LSDAnd 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 niggaz sniffin' glue | |
| It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas | |
| And I can chef up a miracle with | |
| Arm and Hammer | |
| I'm a hustler, man | |
| I supply the fiends | |
| I'm a hustler, nigga | |
| I'll sell you a dream | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I'll cut ya | |
| Me, I'm bout my paper it's fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| I'm a bonafide hustler |
| zuo qu : Banks, Bernard, Brown, Hampton ... | |
| Yeah, I' m a special kind of nigga with mines, you know? | |
| I grind, I gets my paper, you know what | |
| I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler | |
| They say heaven' s for church goers and hell' s for the heathens | |
| So I' ma just ball the fuck out while | |
| I' m breathin' | |
| Eighth after eighth, what' chu know about that fast flip? | |
| Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' 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, Cnotes 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 buckforty 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 fago in the club sonnin', niggaz start dumbin' | |
| Start shootin' and | |
| I ain' t strapped, fuck it | |
| I' m runnin' | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| 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' niggaz 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 niggaz know me, from fillin' up your heron 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 hoes, 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 | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| 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 niggaz don' t let me sling | |
| I' m out there robbin' everything | |
| Got a brand new mac, and a | |
| P89Ya' s a hustler, man | |
| I stay on the grind9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of coke12 o' s of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke3 gal' s of dust juice and a tank of | |
| LSDAnd a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy | |
| Hash, hashish, | |
| I bought a sixtytwo | |
| When I was younger with my crew | |
| I had them niggaz sniffin' glue | |
| It' s 40' s to the gram to them truckers and bamas | |
| And I can chef up a miracle with | |
| Arm and Hammer | |
| I' m a hustler, man | |
| I supply the fiends | |
| I' m a hustler, nigga | |
| I' ll sell you a dream | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler |
| zuò qǔ : Banks, Bernard, Brown, Hampton ... | |
| Yeah, I' m a special kind of nigga with mines, you know? | |
| I grind, I gets my paper, you know what | |
| I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler | |
| They say heaven' s for church goers and hell' s for the heathens | |
| So I' ma just ball the fuck out while | |
| I' m breathin' | |
| Eighth after eighth, what' chu know about that fast flip? | |
| Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' 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, Cnotes 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 buckforty 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 fago in the club sonnin', niggaz start dumbin' | |
| Start shootin' and | |
| I ain' t strapped, fuck it | |
| I' m runnin' | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| 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' niggaz 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 niggaz know me, from fillin' up your heron 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 hoes, 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 | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| 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 niggaz don' t let me sling | |
| I' m out there robbin' everything | |
| Got a brand new mac, and a | |
| P89Ya' s a hustler, man | |
| I stay on the grind9 grams of heroin, a 100 grams of coke12 o' s of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke3 gal' s of dust juice and a tank of | |
| LSDAnd a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy | |
| Hash, hashish, | |
| I bought a sixtytwo | |
| When I was younger with my crew | |
| I had them niggaz sniffin' glue | |
| It' s 40' s to the gram to them truckers and bamas | |
| And I can chef up a miracle with | |
| Arm and Hammer | |
| I' m a hustler, man | |
| I supply the fiends | |
| I' m a hustler, nigga | |
| I' ll sell you a dream | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, | |
| I' ll cut ya | |
| Me, I' m bout my paper it' s fuck, ya | |
| If you, play games with mine, | |
| I can match it from behind | |
| With my nine, | |
| I' m a bonafide hustler |
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