(feat. Oschino And Sparks) (from "State Property" soundtrack)
[Beanie Sigel:] Eh, Please believe it Believe this shit Mack Mittens in the spot Eh, The crack rhyme king, you know Why must I be like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me (Nigga) The hustler in me
[Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel:] Poison em' all (Fuck em') I know that sounds like the words of a bastard But Polly need crackers And daddy's son need pampers I gave ya'll The Truth and The Reason I can't give you the answers (Nope) I try to do the right thing But I swear by God I'm not Spike Lee, I skip my school days (Fuck it) I ran with old heads (old heads) In 89, who push 98's Blue haze through deuce treys Do what I been, I been through, through it again I seen the streets tame boys, turn few to men While you was in the house playing Nintendo (Nintendo) On ya back pads on ya Dyno doing indo (indo) Shit, I was in the house smoking indo (indo) Serving smokers off the back ledge through the window (window) How many, How many, smoke em' get skinny Got em' short, got em' tall Got plenty for all y'all now (c'mon)
[Chorus - Sparks and Beanie Sigel:] Why must I feel like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me The hustler in me Why must I feel like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me The hustler in me
[Verse 2 - Oschino:] Why must I push the crack I was forced into it I was going through it pushin' that Buick It wasn't all good a week ago (eh ah) Shit been bad for a while I was forced to put that crack in the vile (You know it) Pockets was low, mind wasn't right So I had to play the corner with the nine every night So I crushed competition Killed the drama Sold goods like Excedrin Syrup like Aunt Jemima Money was coming, niggas was hatin' Send bullets through they fame till they Harlem shakin' Treated crack like rap And I move them units And the way I tuck paper niggas thought I was Jewish Had the fiends snortin' blow like the K-9 unit And I finally got that paper to park that Buick Got the aero dynamic Benz wagon So carefully crafted When I pulled on the block I just smashed it
[Chorus - Sparks and Beanie Sigel:] Why must I feel like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me The hustler in me Why must I feel like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me (I'm a hustler Nigga!) The hustler in me
[Verse 3 - Sparks:] Omilio, Omilio wooo I talk greazy to pricks like One yourself scrapper I'm king Willie, stay the fuck off my strip (eh huh) Or have ya guys get hit Clash the position, I'm stuck in the kitchen Whippin' it, ghetto D to the oil Got the dope fiends rushin' Drawing attention, scarring the workers Got em, Ready to quit the game So I'm doing the game like Keep your eyes open youngin' And tell them fiends I said no short, no change And I'm payin' em weekly And I'm payin' silly You pay em' Friday you won't see em' for the rest of the weekend Watching the block Cause some like to skim off the top Mixing they little caps in with my rock Ungrateful motherfuckers end up gettin' clap by the cops Tryin' to slow up the money spot (I'm a hustler baby, I'm a hustler baby) And why must I, now why ask why
[Chorus x2 - Sparks and Beanie Sigel:] Why must I feel like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me The hustler in me Why must I feel like that Why must I push the crack It ain't nothing but the hustler in me It ain't nothing but the hustler in me (I'm a hustler Nigga!) The hustler in meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
