Bonafide Hustler

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah I'm a special kind of nigga with mines, you know? I grind, I get's my paper, you know I mean? Ha ha ha Oh yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler [Verse 1: 50 Cent] They say heaven's for churchgoers and hell's for the heathens So I'ma just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin' Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smoky fiends sucking on that glass dick Now Sham stay askin' for a dime for 9 I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time Customs is comin', son is pumpin', watch the packs dissolve Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin' it all That's that joint; what's his name, son? I don't remember That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November" I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin' Lamborghini Diablo, candy-painted Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash If I go in the club, son, and niggas start dumbing Start shooting and I ain't strapped, fuck it, I'm running [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler [Verse 2: Young Buck] I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird The fiends know my name now from standin' on this curb I got blood on my shirt and a handful of crack A bunch of lil' niggas with dime sacks in they backpacks Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the projects You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless You niggas know me, from fillin' up your heroin needles I'm connected with them people who don't speak no English We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go You see them Tennessee tags, nigga, you already know I don't trust no ho, that's how T got popped He showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the cops Me and Priest had the streets on lock He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten, my nigga [Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind (You know I'm a hustler, yea) with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler [Verse 3: Tony Yayo], Now I'm headed down south and that's my word I'm on the Greyhound, 'bout to move these birds And if these niggas don't let me sling {*click clack*} I'm out there robbin' everything Got a brand new MAC and a P-89 Yay's a hustler, man, I stay on the grind Nine grams of heroin, a hunnid grams of coke Twelve O's of mushrooms, two pounds of smoke Three gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSD And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two When I was younger with my crew, I had them niggas sniffin' glue It's forties in the gram to them truckers in Bamas And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer I'm a hustler, man, I supply the fiends I'm a hustler, nigga, I'll sell you a dream [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya" If you play games with mine I come at you from behind with my nine I'm a bonafide hustler