Ice T - New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) Lyrics

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger longGrit my teeth, spray till every nigga's goneGot my block sewn, armored dope spotsLast thing I sweat's a sucka punk copMove like a king when I roll, hopsYou try to flex, bang, another nigga dropsYou gotta deal with this cause there's no way outWhy? Cash money ain't never gonna play outI got nothin to lose, much to gainIn my brain, I got a capitalist migraineI gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tightSo many hoes on my jock, think I'm a movie starNineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar carGo to school, I ain't goin for itKiss my ass, bust the cap on the MoetCause I don't wanna hear that crap(chorus)HustlerHustlerHustlerH-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler(kid drop in)Yo man you know what I'm sayin?You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin downYou got the fly cars, the girls, the jewelsLook at that ring right thereI know it's real, it's gotta be realMan, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!Yo man, I just wanna roll with you manHow can I be down?What's up? You say you wanna be down?Ease back, or muthafucka get beat downOut my face, fool I'm the illestBulletproof, I die harder than Bruce WillisGot my crew in effect, I bought em new JagsSo much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bagsAll I think about is keys and GsImagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha)That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be brokeWhen I die there'll be bullets and gunsmokeYa don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!I'm rollin with the New Jack crewAnd I'm a hustlerH-U-S-T-L-E-R hustlerNew Jack, New Jack..........Here I come, so you better break NorthAs I stride, my gold chains glide back and forthI care nothing bout you, and that's evidentAll I love's my dope and dead presidentsSound crazy? Well it isn'tThe ends justifies the means, that's the systemI learned that in school then I dropped outHit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got cloutI had nothing, and I wanted itYou had everything, and you flaunted itTurned the needy into the greedyWith cocaine, my success came speedyGot me twisted, jammed into a paradoxEvery dollar I get, another brother dropsMaybe that's the plan, and I don't understandBut since I don't know, and I ain't never learnedI gotta get paid, I got money to earnWith my posse, out on the aveBump my sounds, crack a forty and laughCool out and watch my new Benz gleamIs this a nightmare? Or the American dream?So think twice if you're coming down my blockYou wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hotPregnant teens, children's screamsLife is weighed on the scales of a triple beamYou don't come here much, and ya better notWrong move (bang), ambulance cotI gotta get more money than you gotSo what, if some muthafucka gets shot?That's how the game is playedAnother brother slayed, the wound is deepBUT they're givin us a Band AidMy education's low but I got long doughRaised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitroSleep on silk, lie like a politicianMy Uzi's my best friend, cold as a morticianLock me up, it's genocidal catastropheThere'll be another one after me!A hustlerHustlerH-U-S-T-L-E-R hustlerNew Jack, New Jack......