Hustlers Lyrics
| Song | Hustlers |
| Artist | Nas |
| Artist | Marsha Ambrosius |
| Artist | The Game |
| Album | Hip Hop Is Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Ambrosius, Elizondo, Jones ... |
| [00:02.94] | Artist: Nas f/ The Game |
| [00:04.18] | Album: Hip Hop is Dead |
| [00:05.55] | Song: Hustlers |
| [00:05.93] | Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. |
| [00:07.99] | Nas, he a QB-QB true G |
| [00:10.36] | Do the history |
| [00:11.29] | Way before The Firm, like back in the day |
| [00:13.73] | Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre |
| [00:16.30] | So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face |
| [00:19.30] | The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away |
| [00:21.79] | But we still get together like every several years |
| [00:24.35] | to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears |
| [00:27.34] | Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers |
| [00:29.34] | Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage |
| [00:32.72] | I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes |
| [00:35.71] | wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by |
| [00:38.46] | I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision |
| [00:40.83] | collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate |
| [00:43.46] | So every breath I take, is all about the rules |
| [00:46.20] | It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude |
| [00:49.07] | So crack the Patr�, it's on heathens, The God's back |
| [00:51.94] | Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' |
| [00:53.95] | |
| [00:54.51] | Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders |
| [00:56.88] | Make that cake, cop two five fivers |
| [00:59.50] | Pimps and players, platinum diamonds |
| [01:02.25] | East to West Coast we riders |
| [01:04.93] | （The Game） |
| [01:05.37] | |
| [01:16.24] | He a Compton-Compton O.G. |
| [01:17.79] | （Mix that with a QB-QB true G） |
| [01:20.41] | （What you got's） A concoction of some different ghetto blocks |
| [01:23.67] | （West Coast kill the tracks） East Coast gunshots |
| [01:25.42] | |
| [01:37.63] | 1995, eleven years from the day |
| [01:40.38] | I'm in the record shop with choices to make |
| [01:43.18] | "Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie |
| [01:45.74] | Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me |
| [01:48.49] | So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack |
| [01:51.35] | Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that |
| [01:53.55] | For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed |
| [01:56.28] | I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind" |
| [01:59.35] | Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm |
| [02:01.85] | Dre was king then so I waited my turn |
| [02:04.09] | Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn |
| [02:05.71] | Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned |
| [02:09.08] | So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga |
| [02:12.20] | I stopped beefin' with niggaz, 'cause I'm "Ether" to niggaz |
| [02:14.82] | Comb the earth 'til there's no one left |
| [02:16.81] | "If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death |
| [02:20.81] | （The Game） |
| [02:21.81] | He a Compton-Compton O.G. |
| [02:22.55] | （Mix that with a QB-QB true G） |
| [02:24.74] | （What you got's） A concoction of some different ghetto blocks |
| [02:27.49] | （West Coast kill the tracks） East Coast gunshots |
| [02:30.74] | Yo, the Jordans sportin' |
| [02:32.73] | Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' |
| [02:36.91] | The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it |
| [02:39.72] | You're sideways talkin', so I lay often |
| [02:42.47] | I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' |
| [02:44.90] | Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz |
| [02:47.02] | Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas |
| [02:48.83] | That's my name and I came with Rugers this time |
| [02:51.15] | And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb |
| [02:55.25] | Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm |
| [02:57.44] | You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me |
| [03:01.12] | Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin' |
| [03:03.49] | See that's malarky you yappin' |
| [03:04.49] | I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' |
| [03:07.67] | |
| [03:09.01] | Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops |
| [03:11.76] | to a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc |
| [03:14.81] | Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders |
| [03:17.12] | Make that cake, cop two five fivers |
| [03:19.86] | Pimps and players, platinum diamonds |
| [03:22.68] | East to West Coast we ridin' |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Ambrosius, Elizondo, Jones ... |
| [00:02.94] | Artist: Nas f The Game |
| [00:04.18] | Album: Hip Hop is Dead |
| [00:05.55] | Song: Hustlers |
| [00:05.93] | Dre, he a ComptonCompton O. G. |
| [00:07.99] | Nas, he a QBQB true G |
| [00:10.36] | Do the history |
| [00:11.29] | Way before The Firm, like back in the day |
| [00:13.73] | Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre |
| [00:16.30] | So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face |
| [00:19.30] | The one kid that would' ve been Aftermath that got away |
| [00:21.79] | But we still get together like every several years |
| [00:24.35] | to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears |
| [00:27.34] | Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers |
| [00:29.34] | Lowkey, know G' s, but it' s still Gucci luggage |
| [00:32.72] | I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes |
| [00:35.71] | wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by |
| [00:38.46] | I like to celebrate, why? ' cause I can vision |
| [00:40.83] | collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate |
| [00:43.46] | So every breath I take, is all about the rules |
| [00:46.20] | It' s hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude |
| [00:49.07] | So crack the Patr, it' s on heathens, The God' s back |
| [00:51.94] | Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' |
| [00:53.95] | |
| [00:54.51] | Hustlers, dealers, droptop riders |
| [00:56.88] | Make that cake, cop two five fivers |
| [00:59.50] | Pimps and players, platinum diamonds |
| [01:02.25] | East to West Coast we riders |
| [01:04.93] | The Game |
| [01:05.37] | |
| [01:16.24] | He a ComptonCompton O. G. |
| [01:17.79] | Mix that with a QBQB true G |
| [01:20.41] | What you got' s A concoction of some different ghetto blocks |
| [01:23.67] | West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots |
| [01:25.42] | |
| [01:37.63] | 1995, eleven years from the day |
| [01:40.38] | I' m in the record shop with choices to make |
| [01:43.18] | " Illmatic" on the top shelf, " The Chronic" on the left homie |
| [01:45.74] | Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me |
| [01:48.49] | So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack |
| [01:51.35] | Ripped the package off " Illmatic" and bumped that |
| [01:53.55] | For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed |
| [01:56.28] | I was the only Compton nigga with a " New York State of Mind" |
| [01:59.35] | Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm |
| [02:01.85] | Dre was king then so I waited my turn |
| [02:04.09] | Fast forward, now I' m makin ' em burn |
| [02:05.71] | Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned |
| [02:09.08] | So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga |
| [02:12.20] | I stopped beefin' with niggaz, ' cause I' m " Ether" to niggaz |
| [02:14.82] | Comb the earth ' til there' s no one left |
| [02:16.81] | " If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death |
| [02:20.81] | The Game |
| [02:21.81] | He a ComptonCompton O. G. |
| [02:22.55] | Mix that with a QBQB true G |
| [02:24.74] | What you got' s A concoction of some different ghetto blocks |
| [02:27.49] | West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots |
| [02:30.74] | Yo, the Jordans sportin' |
| [02:32.73] | Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' |
| [02:36.91] | The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it |
| [02:39.72] | You' re sideways talkin', so I lay often |
| [02:42.47] | I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' |
| [02:44.90] | Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz |
| [02:47.02] | Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas |
| [02:48.83] | That' s my name and I came with Rugers this time |
| [02:51.15] | And if I' m sane that " Soul Plane" movie' s the bomb |
| [02:55.25] | Word to my mom' s name tattooed to my arm |
| [02:57.44] | You can' t revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me |
| [03:01.12] | Rob me or dodge these bullets I' m bustin' |
| [03:03.49] | See that' s malarky you yappin' |
| [03:04.49] | I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' |
| [03:07.67] | |
| [03:09.01] | Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops |
| [03:11.76] | to a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I' m fuckin' with Doc |
| [03:14.81] | Hustlers, dealers, droptop riders |
| [03:17.12] | Make that cake, cop two five fivers |
| [03:19.86] | Pimps and players, platinum diamonds |
| [03:22.68] | East to West Coast we ridin' |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Ambrosius, Elizondo, Jones ... |
| [00:02.94] | Artist: Nas f The Game |
| [00:04.18] | Album: Hip Hop is Dead |
| [00:05.55] | Song: Hustlers |
| [00:05.93] | Dre, he a ComptonCompton O. G. |
| [00:07.99] | Nas, he a QBQB true G |
| [00:10.36] | Do the history |
| [00:11.29] | Way before The Firm, like back in the day |
| [00:13.73] | Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre |
| [00:16.30] | So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face |
| [00:19.30] | The one kid that would' ve been Aftermath that got away |
| [00:21.79] | But we still get together like every several years |
| [00:24.35] | to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears |
| [00:27.34] | Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers |
| [00:29.34] | Lowkey, know G' s, but it' s still Gucci luggage |
| [00:32.72] | I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes |
| [00:35.71] | wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by |
| [00:38.46] | I like to celebrate, why? ' cause I can vision |
| [00:40.83] | collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate |
| [00:43.46] | So every breath I take, is all about the rules |
| [00:46.20] | It' s hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude |
| [00:49.07] | So crack the Patr, it' s on heathens, The God' s back |
| [00:51.94] | Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' |
| [00:53.95] | |
| [00:54.51] | Hustlers, dealers, droptop riders |
| [00:56.88] | Make that cake, cop two five fivers |
| [00:59.50] | Pimps and players, platinum diamonds |
| [01:02.25] | East to West Coast we riders |
| [01:04.93] | The Game |
| [01:05.37] | |
| [01:16.24] | He a ComptonCompton O. G. |
| [01:17.79] | Mix that with a QBQB true G |
| [01:20.41] | What you got' s A concoction of some different ghetto blocks |
| [01:23.67] | West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots |
| [01:25.42] | |
| [01:37.63] | 1995, eleven years from the day |
| [01:40.38] | I' m in the record shop with choices to make |
| [01:43.18] | " Illmatic" on the top shelf, " The Chronic" on the left homie |
| [01:45.74] | Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me |
| [01:48.49] | So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack |
| [01:51.35] | Ripped the package off " Illmatic" and bumped that |
| [01:53.55] | For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed |
| [01:56.28] | I was the only Compton nigga with a " New York State of Mind" |
| [01:59.35] | Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm |
| [02:01.85] | Dre was king then so I waited my turn |
| [02:04.09] | Fast forward, now I' m makin ' em burn |
| [02:05.71] | Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned |
| [02:09.08] | So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga |
| [02:12.20] | I stopped beefin' with niggaz, ' cause I' m " Ether" to niggaz |
| [02:14.82] | Comb the earth ' til there' s no one left |
| [02:16.81] | " If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death |
| [02:20.81] | The Game |
| [02:21.81] | He a ComptonCompton O. G. |
| [02:22.55] | Mix that with a QBQB true G |
| [02:24.74] | What you got' s A concoction of some different ghetto blocks |
| [02:27.49] | West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots |
| [02:30.74] | Yo, the Jordans sportin' |
| [02:32.73] | Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' |
| [02:36.91] | The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it |
| [02:39.72] | You' re sideways talkin', so I lay often |
| [02:42.47] | I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' |
| [02:44.90] | Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz |
| [02:47.02] | Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas |
| [02:48.83] | That' s my name and I came with Rugers this time |
| [02:51.15] | And if I' m sane that " Soul Plane" movie' s the bomb |
| [02:55.25] | Word to my mom' s name tattooed to my arm |
| [02:57.44] | You can' t revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me |
| [03:01.12] | Rob me or dodge these bullets I' m bustin' |
| [03:03.49] | See that' s malarky you yappin' |
| [03:04.49] | I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' |
| [03:07.67] | |
| [03:09.01] | Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops |
| [03:11.76] | to a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I' m fuckin' with Doc |
| [03:14.81] | Hustlers, dealers, droptop riders |
| [03:17.12] | Make that cake, cop two five fivers |
| [03:19.86] | Pimps and players, platinum diamonds |
| [03:22.68] | East to West Coast we ridin' |
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