The Notorious B.I.G., Scarface, Big Gee , Akon - Hustler’s Story lyrics

Akon and BIG yea

Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Cristal pops I'm sippin' it
Mob hats and lizard shit
'Gator trunks bitch
Rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if I'm
A fuck with her
She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin'
Big Poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in Bogotá
With Colombian niggas named Panama
And Englique and shit
Games we play life endin'
Bitches bending over with ease


For a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops I
Got your bank stopped singles on top
Benjamins under the rest of 'em
Advancin' from duplex to mansion
Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
VCR's in my V's game elevates, money I make
Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands
Discussing plans with my mans
Dark blue land
Smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves your rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when
Poppa catch an attitude?
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a Frank
White thing I stay potent bitch is devoted
Take my dick and deep throat it

Eternal sunshine in this elevated
World of mine
Looking for this hour glass of time
Trying to find my purpose
On this grand design
Is there anybody out there living?
4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin
Is there any money out there for me?
You just listen to this husler's story

Picture me, a product of the zone three
Scared lost
Don't know what I'm suppose to be
Shit cost, money never came to me
When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly
The lord humble niggas 'specially
If they act like they too big for they draw
When they stacks right
Think I'm bullshittin'? A bunch
Of niggas back like
Right back hungry, stacks gone
They forgot Christ i know a nigga sold his
Soul for a nickel rock
I know some hoes for the dro
You can hit the cock
I know a nigga workin' 9-5
Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive
I know some nigga wanna act hard
Flicks pitch
Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed
Got kin folk backyard big whips
Escart that lift my homeboy this year

Akon

While BIG sittin up with Englique
I'm on the coastline politickin' wit Jose
We got the birds flyin' in the coop all day
Tryin' to find a new way
To smugglin' pure yay' we bout our business
Ain't no small time thieves
If you ain't growin the 'caine
Then we ain't gon' meet
See I'm the one to call when things get deep
And my Africans will put yo'
Main man to sleep, now
And Mexico far from the block
Tryin' to figure out how many
Glocks to a box, now
Sellin' arms as well as rocks in my socks
If you could show me the money
Here's the keys to the lock, now
Hey, you know the streets is my territory
Ain't scared of nothin
Let you fear it for me
Hey, whether win, lose or draw
Believe that death is waitin for all

Face Mob in the buildin (Uh, huh)
Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands
Make a break for it, get away from it
That was the plan (but)
So the whole time, I been plottin' on his man
Caught him slippin' and sleepin', I hit
His ass wit the can, and
Here's somethin' that you can't understand
How can one be so cold
And snatch a nigga's soul? (Damn)
I'm on some get back shit, there comes a time
In every man's mind when it's
Deeper than dollar signs
I been on the grind, got homies doin' time
Behind niggas actin like bitches
And bitches droppin' dimes
I'm duckin' indictments
Pussies is wearing wires
Niggas just ain't tellin', no
They know we let it slide
But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die
So if you catch up to his
Ass before I catch him, give him mine
The rats one thing a real nigga here despise
I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire