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(feat. Cassidy) [Chorus:] I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child Girls see me they supposed to smile Hooooooooooooooooo Can't you tell I get my hustle on Hooooooooooooooooooo Can't you tell I get my hustle on H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Everywhere we go bet they know who we are Hooooooooooooooooooooo Can't you tell I get my hustle on Hooooooooooooooooooooo Can't you tell I get my hustle on [Verse 1: Fabolous] Now you could ask any hustla ya know, They'll tell ya it's in the wrist I'm a good cook nigga, Hell of a dinner dish Get stiffed quick, They say a fella is generous I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres I got a sells pitch, I should do a infomercial I did Foreman grill numbers on a shrimf of purple Ya money long, They go to any length to slurp you So fuck a bitch unless she in the Oprah Winfrey circle Don't get me wrong, I get at ya honey But I'm a Bachelor, All I do is spachula money SongtexteScoop it up and flip it, Hoop it up and zip it Stand over stoves, Soup it up and rip it I'm a chef that coom up ways to make me rich Clothing line recipe, Yea I make it rich Them wire taps make a hustla nervous You got a problem, Don't call me I ain't customer service [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fabolous] I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, Call me hustle man What you need chief, Coca or the weed leaf Fuckin with my hustle is only gon breed beef Went south and came back with shopping bags full of guns Fresh out the box, Poppin tags on the guns Carolina drive, Up and down the 95 Got the 40's for 7, But I a nine for 5 Fuck a 9 to 5, I'm a hustleholic I need rubberbands, These stacks a bust a wallet The pills pull some money on a good "E" day Every thing could buy and sell, Hood E-bay You give me 2 dice, I ride it like the 4 train Bring more 7 11's then the store chain Ya gimme 3 of them, I shoot em like a milly clip Roll more sixes out then a Benz dealership [Chorus] [Verse 3: Cassidy] Yup, You could tell I get my hustle on The scent of crack in my clothes, You smell I get my hustle on It's official ya'll I was on my gristle ya'll And I whipped da raw in a Vlasek pickle jar Before I Had a deal, I was baggin crills And I had pills but they wasn't Advils These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown But I'm the hustla, I do it like Nino now I ain't with the phone shit, In '88 I was only 6 I missed dat paper, But now a sixer later I get it major, Plenty niggas could vouche for me Like dem niggas that be runnin the coke house 4 me But it ain't bout what I was, It's bout what I'm bout 2 be So I wanna shout out Fab 4 lookin out 4 me I beat my case even tho some niggas was doubtin me I took dem folks to trial, The poster child [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania