Dope - New Jack Hustler lyrics

This one goes out to my New York crew
You know who the fuck you are
You all are hustlers
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop
Move like a king when I roll, hops
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops
You gotta deal with this cause
There's no way out
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out
I got nothin to lose, much to gain
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine
I gotta get paid tonight
You muthafuckin right
Check my grip, check my bitch
Keep my game tight so many hoes on my jock
Think I'm a movie star
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car
Go to school, I ain't goin for it


Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet
Cause, I don't want to hear that crap
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack --Hustler
Hustler h-U-S T-L-E-R hustler
(Kid drop in)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man
I like how it's goin down
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels
Look at that ring right there
I know it's real, it's gotta be real
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
Yo man, I just want to roll with you man
How can I be down?
What's up? You say you want to be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down
Out my face, fool I'm the illest
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke
When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke
Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!
I'm rollin with the New Jack crew
And I'm a hustler h-U-S T-L-E-R hustler
New Jack Hustler new Jack Hustler
New Jack Hustler
Here I come, so you better break North
As I stride
My gold chains glide back and forth
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident
All I love's my dope and dead presidents
Sound crazy? Well it isn't
The ends justifies the means
That's the system
I learned that in school then I dropped out
Hit the streets, checked a grip
And now I got clout
I had nothing, and I wanted it
You had everything, and you flaunted it
Turned the needy into the greedy
With cocaine, my success came speedy
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox
Every dollar I get, another brother drops
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand
God damn - you got me sinkin in quicksand
But since I don't know
And I ain't never learned
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn
With my posse, out on the ave
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block
You want to journey through hell?
Well shit gets hot
Pregnant teens, children's screams
Life is weighed on the scales
Of a triple beam
You don't come here much, and ya better not
Wrong move (bang) , ambulance cot
I gotta get more money than you got
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid
My education's low but I got long dough
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe
There'll be another one after me! A hustler
Hustler h-U-S T-L-E-R hustler
New Jack Hustler new Jack Huster
New Jack Hustler h-u-s-t-l-e-r
New Jack