Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Everybody out here wanna be hustlers,
man
Am
Dm
Buit they dont have any
idea what I used to do
Am
Dm
I used to do anything imaginable
Am
A nigga like me was scared to go to jail
Dm
So I'd use my brain and just think
Am
up the most outlandish shit
Dm
Shit niggas would never do, I
Am
used to get dirty
Dm
Now these niggas out here just be out
Am
here queer hustling
Dm
Man these niggas got it all backwards
Am
I'm gonna show 'em how I
used to do it
Verse 2
Dm
A lotta people wanna knock
Am
what we do on my block
Dm
But we do what we do cause
Am
we ain't got a lot
Dm
Am
And you might get shot if your
tounges not watched
Dm
Casue dudes walk around with hand
Am
cannons in their crotch
Dm
Fucking up the way they walk,
Am
stuck to the strip like scotch
Dm
With the top notch Bosch that
Am
can cook clean rocks
Dm
Am
See times is too hard for us to ever go soft
Dm
So the doc got me on
Am
prescription strength zoloft
Dm
So I can deal with the stress
Am
and I won't go off
Dm
But I'm on top,
Am
won't stop 'til the microphone drop
Dm
Am
Rollin' four deep in the Cut like, what?
Dm
Hit you up and then roll off,
Am
we tryin' to get this dough boss
Dm
We don't do diamonds cause
Am
my dudes ain't show offs
Dm
Tryin' to keep it low so
Am
we don't see no cops
Dm
Wanna blow up,
Am
but I don't wanna go pop
Dm
Am
Gotta blow up cause I can't
Verse 3
let this dough stop
Dm
Am
H- U- S- T- L- E (Hustler!)
Dm
You'll never find a dime that
Am
ain't mine motherfucker
Dm
Roll not to be broke and have
Am
to stroll like a sucker
Dm
So pay me what you owe me, and
Am
don't play with me homie
Verse 4
Dm
Am
H- U- S- T- L- E (Hustler!)
Dm
You'll never find a dime that
Am
ain't mine motherfucker
Dm
Roll not to be broke and have
Am
to stroll like a sucker
Dm
So pay me what you owe me, and
Am
don't play with me homie
Verse 5
Dm
I used to sell insense bottle
Am
10 cents a dozen
Dm
Hit the strip and make 'em flip
Am
for a dollar a sack
Dm
Everyday before juinor high
Am
I bought a six pack
Dm
And sold 'em for a buck
Am
a piece down by the track
Dm
And I never sold crack,
Am
did aluminum cans
Dm
Used to get laughed at by
Am
you and your mans
Dm
But I never let it get,
Am
stay true to my plans
Dm
I used it all for the studi
Am
o (Now you understand)
Dm
In the grocery store parking lot,
Am
like can I help you ma'am?
Dm
To the car with those bags,
Am
used to run that old drag
Dm
For a itty bitty tip,
Am
maybe a quarter or more
Dm
And when I wasn't doing that I
Am
was knocking at your door
Dm
Like, "May I speak to the head of
the household?"
Am
Dm
Then give you the speech on how buying
Am
this candyskeeping me out the
Streets
Dm
Am
Cheap dirt hustles, no glorious tales,
Dm
but it did keep my black ass from
Going to jail
And I'm a
Am
H- U- S- T- L- E (Hustler!) You'll
Verse 6
Dm
never find a dime that
Am
ain't mine motherfucker
Dm
Roll not to be broke and have
Am
to stroll like a sucker
Dm
So pay me what you owe me, and
Am
don't play with me homie
Verse 7
Dm
Am
H- U- S- T- L- E (Hustler!)
Dm
You'll never find a dime that
Am
ain't mine motherfucker
Dm
Roll not to be broke and have
Am
to stroll like a sucker
Dm
So pay me what you owe me, and
Am
don't play with me homie
Verse 8
Dm
I can make a dollar out a dime
Am
when I hollar out a rhyme
Dm
From the school of hard knocks,
Am
so a scholar of the grind
Dm
Used to dub tapes myself,
Am
claim the quality was fine
Dm
But it sounded like shit,
Am
lots of hits, hella static
Dm
But for three plus two,
Am
them shits moved like magic
Dm
That's five well spent
Am
for true hip- hop addicts
Dm
And once they're friends heard
Am
it, then they all had to have it
Dm
So I took it on the road with
Am
little to no baggage
Dm
Just some draws and casettes,
Am
droppin' jaws with my sets
Dm
Once they saw the live show
Am
they had to take a piece home
Dm
Now I'm almost famous,
Am
used to be least known
Dm
Am
But not to big to walk the streets alone
Dm
Stand in front of any venue
Am
witha box of cd's
Dm
Am
And these kids love me I stay DTE
Dm
Down To Earth,
Am
and down to merch at any given moment
Dm
If there's money on the block,
Am
Dm
then where am I, Cause I'm a
Am
H- U- S- T- L- E (Hustler
Verse 9
Dm
!)
You'll never find a dime that
Am
ain't mine motherfucker
Dm
Roll not to be broke and have
Am
to stroll like a sucker
Dm
So pay me what you owe me, and
Am
don't play with me homie
Verse 10
Dm
Am
H- U- S- T- L- E (Hustler!)
Dm
You'll never find a dime that
Am
ain't mine motherfucker
Dm
Roll not to be broke and have
Am
to stroll like a sucker
Dm
So pay me what you owe
me, and don't play with me homie
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