"Hustla's Poster Child" lyrics

Shout to Desert Storm
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!
What up? Shout-out Ski
Dorrough what up?
Gangsta Grillz!

[Fabolous:]
I'm supposed to style
I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me. They're 'posed to smile. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
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. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?

DJ Drama!

Now you could ask any hustler you know
They'll tell you it's in the wrist
I'm a good cook, make a 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 sales pitch, I should do an infomercial
I did Foreman Grill numbers on the strength of purple
Your money long, they go to any length to slurp you
So fuck a bitch 'less she in the Oprah Winfrey circle
Don't get me wrong, I'll get at you honey
But I'm a bachelor, all I do is spatula money
Scoop it up and flip it, hoop it up and zip it
Stand over stoves, soup it up and whip it
I'm a chef that cook up ways to make me rich
Clothing line recipe, yeah I make it rich
Them wire taps make a hustler nervous
Got a problem? Don't call me I ain't customer service

I'm supposed to style
I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me. They're 'posed to smile. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
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. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?

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's only gon' breed beef
Went South and came back with shoppin bags full of guns
Fresh out the box, poppin tags on the guns
A Carolina drive, up and down the 95
Got the 40s for 7, but I sell 'em 9 from 5
Fuck a "9-to-5", I'm a hustleholic
I need rubber bands, these stacks'll bust a wallet
The pills pull some money on a good E day
Every thing could buy and sell, hood eBay
You give me two dice, I ride it like the 4 train
Bring more 7-11s than the store chain
You give me three of them, I shoot 'em like a milly clip
Roll more 6s out than a Benz dealership

I'm supposed to style
I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me. They're 'posed to smile. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
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. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?

[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 y'all I was on my gristle y'all
And I whipped the raw in a Vlasic pickle jar
Before I had a deal, I was baggin krillz
And I had pills but they wasn't Advils
These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown
But I'm the hustler, I do it like Nino now
I ain't with the phone shit, in '88 I was only 6
I missed that paper, but nine-six or later
What?
I did it major, plenty niggas could vouch for me
Like them niggas that be runnin the coke house for me
But it ain't 'bout what I was it's 'bout what I'm 'bout to be
So I wanna shout out Fab for lookin out for me
'Loso!
I beat my case even though some niggas was doubtin me
I took them folks to trial, the poster child

[Fabolous:]
I'm supposed to style
I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me. They're 'posed to smile. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
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. Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on? Oh
Can't you tell I get my hustle on?