I'm A Hustla (feat. Lil Wayne)

"Nigga, ask about me" [x4]

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie" [x2]

"Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me" [x2]

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie" [x2]

[Chamillionaire]

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep or 6 deep or clip deep

How deep? This deep, nine millie clip deep

With this heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak

They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince meat

You'll see, where the mortuary was at, I know you miss me

Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass officially

I see you live in fairytales, niggas better switch beefs

I had a tooth fairy choke his ass up outa his sleep

Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?

Hell no! You scared crow? Try your best to be brave

Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know that you gon' behave

Safety, your locksmith, like you could get a key made

You all up on the thang like little girls turning teenage

You really a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas relays

Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them PJ's

Bully, skinny, but the arms strong like you was BJ's

I hear these rapping niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it

I'm here to rid the rap game of all its contaminants

I'm better than the average, I want her, I can have the chick

Doing the same pose as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)

The mathematics get big cause I'm demanding it

Raping the rap game while these other suckers is romancing it

They worried about its feelings, they don't wanna take a chance with it

Kissing up to the game with rose petals and a candle lit haha

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler" [Slowed down]

[Lil Wayne]

Aaaaaay

I'm a southern boy, therefore I stunt

Y'all city slickers, we call it country dump

And I'm chilling like a villain off a killing

Looking at the ceilings like I'ma get in for realer

I'ma get it regardless, hard as it is

Who wants to be a millionaire? Know how I'ma get a million

And I'm in the pavilion

Chilling with my girl but I don't speak Sicilian

But we both count the same as

Long as when I say I'm with it, it come out the same as

If I wanna win with it but I'm out the game

Y'all boys trynna get me killed... huh

You know the Feds are my biggest fans

I got to watch what the little one's saying, man

They see my momma and they wanna pull her over

Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover

And yep - I'm locing

There's cooler ways to die but I'm smoking

There's cooler ways to ride but I'm soaring

Might do the young G5 or G4

Ay, you never know, when your boy might touring

Just trynna get me some air on Mike Jordan

Of this whole thing right here, I'm staring

Y'all boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis

So applaud him, yeeeeah

Chinky eyes, keep faring

Look like Keith Moorer, street aura, uh

Still I hustled in the street like he poorer

Run up on him you sleep and eat aura

Decent Christians, he owes momma, those

Gucci seatbelts will look better with the barker

Sit up in my office, you need to rebound

You got a box out, get up put a baller on

I'm right back with ya, never leave ya lonely

Forget about Frank momma, I can be your Tony

Weezy F. Baby man...