Hustler's story ft. akon, big gee, and scarface

Hustler's story ft. akon, big gee, and scarface Lyrics

(Akon)
Akon....and B.I.G., yeah

(The Notorious B.I.G.)
Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard sh*t
'Gator trunks b**ch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherf**ker
Model b**ches wondering if I'm a f**k with her
She know I treats my b**ches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana dippin'
Big Poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in Bogota
With Colombian niggas named Panama
And Enrique and sh*t
Games we play life endin'
b**ches 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, b**ch
Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
Discusing 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
b**ch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

(Akon- Chorus)
Eternal Sunshine, in this elevated world of mine
Looking for this hour glass of time, tryna find my purpose on a grand design
Is there anybody out there livin?
4,5,6s on the streets they shootin?
Is there any money out there for me?
You just listen to this hustler's story

(Big Gee of Boyz N Da Hood)
Picture me, a product of his own doing
Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be
sh*t cost, money never came to me
When sh*t short, I suffered unshamedly
The lord humble niggaz 'specially if they act like
They too big for they draw when they stacks right
Think I'm bullsh*ttin? A bunch of niggaz back like
Right back home, with stacks gone, they forgot Christ
I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock
I know some hold for the 'dro, we can't 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

(Chorus)

(Akon)
Akon
While B.I.G. sittin up with Enrique
I'm on the coastline politican wit Jose
We got the birds flyin in the coupe all day
Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay'
We bout our business, ain't know small time thieves
If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet
See I'm the one when things get biig
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

(Scarface)
Field Mob in the buildin (Uh huh)
Niggaz is quick to chop rocks and hide hands
Make a break for it, get away for 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 sh*t, 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 niggaz actin like b**ches and b**ches droppin dimes
I'm duckin indicters, pussy just wet and wise
Niggaz just ain't tellin, no, they know we let it slide
But nah, we gotta ride and we 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 dispise
I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire

(Chorus)