Hustlin'

[Fat Joe] Uhh, T.S.! None better (Bronx niggas, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplying customers and keepin' peace suspended in time Pop another thug that's tryin to scream but they dimes Hoppin all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines They got that energy, confident and always aware Who's watchin them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year And just, nod and stare and show no fear Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial If you a hustler, I know you relate Whether you home base or go out of state This shit is real And you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggas kill A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels So be creepin so it's real on the deal, with the F-E-D Some of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled [Hook: Armageddon] Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubs Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers - a little thug's role model Where the snub full of hollows tryna earn a little power He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity Get shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for police Hustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks done You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump Hustlin [Fat Joe - overlapping end of Hook] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See life a style, now it's rappin, how you push packs in large amounts And never spend a day in life movin them cats about? That's not what crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it From Brooklyn to one-sixty fifth, I took bricks and flip shit Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lips And gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggas And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes C'mon y'all know niggas slip, speakin a joke There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holes Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down Like a year from now, when the bears get out From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out They say hustlin is the key to success, and on that note I can feed you niggas for less, I got mad coke [Hook] [Fat Joe] Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggas All my liquid dime niggas All my niggas flippin bricks out there, yeah All my niggas in the Columbia brother suits In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on Smokin the C.I. in the rain, y'know? (uh-huh) Cup of noodles in your hand It's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler [Hook]