Fat Joe, Armageddon - Hustlin' lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe, Armageddon - Hustlin' lyrics]
Uhh, TS! None better (Bronx niggas, uhh)
Life of a hustler
(ha hah, what'chu know about that?)
Yo, yo, yo yo the mind of a hustler be
Trained to count money and lies
Supplying customers and keepin' peace
Suspended in time
Pop another thug that's tryin to
Scream but they dimes
Hoppin all the clubs in town
They don't need to wear shines
They got that energy
Confident and always aware
Who's watchin them, bitches on top of them
They don't just be near
Probably spot poppy and them
They robbed last year
And just, nod and stare and show no fear
Cause nine times out of ten this bitch
Connects this kid to shoot you
They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial
If you a hustler, I know you relate
Whether you home base or go out of state
This shit is real
And you better recognize when you see 'em
These niggas kill
A whole 'nother drug dealer
Keep 'em with steels
So be creepin so it's real on the deal
With the F-E-D some of them sleep in six
Feet cause they skrilled
Fuckin with hustlers - you see
Us in the clubs everybody wanna be us
Wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers - a little thug's role model
Where the snub full of hollows
Tryna earn a little power
He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity
Get shot down and murdered in
Beef or turnin for police hustlers - yeah
You know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from
You know when the heart's pump hustlin
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See life a style, now it's rappin
How you push packs in large amounts
And never spend a day in
Life movin them cats about?
That's not what crack's about I cooked it
Cut it and lift it
From Brooklyn to one-sixty fifth
I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some
Women from runnin they lips
And gettin me in the middle
Of shit with other niggas
And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone
What you think
Father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggas slip, speakin a joke
There go the dial tone, click
Now you steamin with holes
Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's
About to go down
Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out
Make him a man
Show your heart when I tear it out
They say hustlin is the key to success
And on that note
I can feed you niggas for less
I got mad coke
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggas
All my liquid dime niggas
All my niggas flippin bricks out there, yeah
All my niggas in the Columbia brother suit's
In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin the CI in the rain, y'know? (uh huh)
Cup of noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler
Life of a hustler
(ha hah, what'chu know about that?)
Yo, yo, yo yo the mind of a hustler be
Trained to count money and lies
Supplying customers and keepin' peace
Suspended in time
Pop another thug that's tryin to
Scream but they dimes
Hoppin all the clubs in town
They don't need to wear shines
They got that energy
Confident and always aware
Who's watchin them, bitches on top of them
They don't just be near
Probably spot poppy and them
They robbed last year
And just, nod and stare and show no fear
Cause nine times out of ten this bitch
Connects this kid to shoot you
They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial
If you a hustler, I know you relate
Whether you home base or go out of state
This shit is real
And you better recognize when you see 'em
These niggas kill
A whole 'nother drug dealer
Keep 'em with steels
So be creepin so it's real on the deal
With the F-E-D some of them sleep in six
Feet cause they skrilled
Fuckin with hustlers - you see
Us in the clubs everybody wanna be us
Wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers - a little thug's role model
Where the snub full of hollows
Tryna earn a little power
He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity
Get shot down and murdered in
Beef or turnin for police hustlers - yeah
You know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from
You know when the heart's pump hustlin
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See life a style, now it's rappin
How you push packs in large amounts
And never spend a day in
Life movin them cats about?
That's not what crack's about I cooked it
Cut it and lift it
From Brooklyn to one-sixty fifth
I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some
Women from runnin they lips
And gettin me in the middle
Of shit with other niggas
And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone
What you think
Father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggas slip, speakin a joke
There go the dial tone, click
Now you steamin with holes
Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's
About to go down
Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out
Make him a man
Show your heart when I tear it out
They say hustlin is the key to success
And on that note
I can feed you niggas for less
I got mad coke
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggas
All my liquid dime niggas
All my niggas flippin bricks out there, yeah
All my niggas in the Columbia brother suit's
In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin the CI in the rain, y'know? (uh huh)
Cup of noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler