"The Hustler" lyrics
(feat. Mavado)
[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories untold bout the hustle
About the hustle, let's go
The streets are meant to be some people father and mother (Bless up, bless up)
Coming from the streets nobody wanna hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler
[LL Cool J:]
I'm the real McCoy
I've got games for these baby boys
Like a pack we set these dudes on fire
'Cause homie was a thief and a motherfucking liar
These choices lead the Rolls Royces
The 88 gates talking with different voices
From the block to the yard
Straight to the box where we shit on the guards
10 years in the same cell
Untold stories that we know so well
Rico running with the bibos
Streets make 'em motherfucking evil
Turn your best friend from the church steeple
Kill his baby mother six blocks from his staple
The streets are lethal
Hold your head up
You're still my people
[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories untold bout the hustle
About the hustle, let's go
The streets are meant to be some people father and mother (Bless up, bless up)
Coming from the streets nobody wanna hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory
Faded glory, baby
Ah, yo, Mavado, give it to 'em
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler
[LL Cool J:]
These streets ain't loyal
These snakes will coil you
Right here for you, families separated water and oil
So special like Mavado
That flow so premium like Colorado
Standing in the mirror with his green eyes
Reminiscing about the day black justice died
Baking soda in the water
I got some change and a quarter
Yellow tops on the corner
Shits hotter than a sauna
Got us in too deep
Wide open the streets don't sleep
Remy got a front-row seat
But this ain't a movie this is yours truly
[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories untold bout the hustle
About the hustle, let's go
The streets are meant to be some people father and mother (Bless up, bless up)
Coming from the streets nobody wanna hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler
The streets got so many stories untold bout the hustle
About the hustle, let's go
The streets are meant to be some people father and mother (Bless up, bless up)
Coming from the streets nobody wanna hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler
[LL Cool J:]
I'm the real McCoy
I've got games for these baby boys
Like a pack we set these dudes on fire
'Cause homie was a thief and a motherfucking liar
These choices lead the Rolls Royces
The 88 gates talking with different voices
From the block to the yard
Straight to the box where we shit on the guards
10 years in the same cell
Untold stories that we know so well
Rico running with the bibos
Streets make 'em motherfucking evil
Turn your best friend from the church steeple
Kill his baby mother six blocks from his staple
The streets are lethal
Hold your head up
You're still my people
[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories untold bout the hustle
About the hustle, let's go
The streets are meant to be some people father and mother (Bless up, bless up)
Coming from the streets nobody wanna hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory
Faded glory, baby
Ah, yo, Mavado, give it to 'em
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler
[LL Cool J:]
These streets ain't loyal
These snakes will coil you
Right here for you, families separated water and oil
So special like Mavado
That flow so premium like Colorado
Standing in the mirror with his green eyes
Reminiscing about the day black justice died
Baking soda in the water
I got some change and a quarter
Yellow tops on the corner
Shits hotter than a sauna
Got us in too deep
Wide open the streets don't sleep
Remy got a front-row seat
But this ain't a movie this is yours truly
[Mavado:]
The streets got so many stories untold bout the hustle
About the hustle, let's go
The streets are meant to be some people father and mother (Bless up, bless up)
Coming from the streets nobody wanna hear your story
No no no no
Let me introduce you to the streets faded glory
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler, oh yeah
The hustler
Thanks to Tia for correcting these lyrics.
