Master P - Best Hustler lyrics

It's the return of a living legend
Mayne I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody
Do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne
This for everybody out there
Searchin' for somethin'
Ain't nothin' wrong with makin' it out
Stay focused
Get what you can get man and keep movin'
Never look back

How could a nigga shoot enough callings
Of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a
Reason this was meant to be
Most niggas want titles and they rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta
Best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the
Hood like Jose Canseco


'fore they steal raw cream that I
Keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass
I'll go back to slangin' pillars
And most niggas they'll bust under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got
Police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and
You rollin' and you ballin'
I got golds in my mouth
And I'm reppin' New Orleans they say he
Young and he crazy and his
Brother doin' a bid i had changed my life
I'm tryin' to be here for these kids
But, most niggas'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness
'til a motherfucker bang ya

Call all hip hop dot coms
The Source, the Vibe, XXL, murder Dog
I'm not lookin' for stripes or stars
My nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal
IT'S ME i gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin' nowhere 'til I'm done
With this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all
Ya heard me?

Real niggas see through these fakers so
It's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down
Seen niggas get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map
I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred million and change
Still kept it real
Never disrespected the game
And y'all niggas know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South
What about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana
St louis - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas
Billy Boys rollin' Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and
Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from
New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters
They forget where they came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot
There wouldn't be no, no Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors
For the rest of South so it's like
This whole "Bout it Bout It" thang
Man was like a movement
But it was real because it ain't
Like battlin' on records man
It's about livin' it's about
Survivin' it's about
Go and get paper ya feel me?

I stole my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I seen the police
I put it to the curb we was
Young and buck wild in the hood havin' fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin', I was chasin' the past
I seen Martin Luther King and
Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not
To have that abortion and put me in a can or
Even take me to the ocean
Seen so many crack babies get
High and mothers give up
Man, I'm a No Limit Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a lil' change
I had a lil' change
Fuck we put it together den we
Jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma told me
"boy you gon' be a star"
But I never thought I'd make it from
The hood and go so far my pops told me
"son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce
Back but don't fuck with fakers"

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm
Not on no industry shit my nigga
I had to find me
I had to find who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten years still here
75 million records nigga
I don't see no nigga out there
Could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and
You do then that's cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect
When another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came from my nigga
That's what this about
This about teachin' mayne
Savin' these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin'
I ain't sittin' around here tryin'
To make a gimmick this me man I ain't tryin'
To be the best rapper
I'm tryin' to be the best hustler
Ever came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my nigga if
You gotta give me one
I'm 'bout gettin' paper
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel
For hookin' me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne
Or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You feel me?