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I mA Hustler (Remix) lyrics
(feat. Jay-Z)

[Chorus - Jay-Z]
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
Nigga ask about me nigga ask about me
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I m so nice I d bet my life I guess I got gambling problems
You scramblers can t handle the problems, STOP, I win a lot
When I bet so I spend a lot, the rocks on my neck they weigh more
Than a cinder block, to move forward I had to guard and defend the
Rock and I got more blocks than synagogue, Shaq start to get loud when
I send the shots, hit this drama I m like Douma you dinner opp
Cause you s not no contender opp, I make um sick to they gut when I
Pick up the pen and jot, I grind on summer hustle all winter opp
You working wit a burger to, you still a beginner opp
They bring in chips in when I cock, Scarface died of a 14/5
I give em 10 a watt, lets get around break it down get 10 a rot
My clip switch is at 6 and 10 o clock, I workin with the raw thug
And I be in the spot, you working with the law thug you should of
Been a cop, I don t care if you ve been shot been to the pen or not
Pussy I ll pull it, give you A bullet in a box

[Chorus - Jay-Z]
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey
I m a hustler, I m a-I m a hustler homey

[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
You a bitch ass nigga, snitch ass nigga, I m the type to get cash
Quick fast nigga, Cass is a rich ass nigga, I got it on smash I make
Hits and your shit trash nigga, naw you ain t hot at all, so when the
Media asks if I fuck wit a lot of y all I m like not at all, the last
Cat I heard rapping I knotted off, so I ain t fucking with nothing
If I m not involved, My one liners make rhymers need tylenol, and I ve
Been sick with the hook since I wrote Got it off, for kissin Eve, I
Flip the keys, I got 20 s of the Christmas trees with no sticks and
Seeds, that ll get you higher than a muthafucka, I m a pretty type guy
Flyer than a muthafucka, I m a hustler wit time and a plan, When I
Perform its more than 2000 in the stands, I been getting thousands to
The grams, that s why I m on the cover of the Source with 10,000 in
My hand, the reason I be smiling for my fans, is because I ain t
Trying lose my deal like I m Dylon from The Band, man, these niggaz
Acting like thugs, but they ain t never squeeze, these niggaz
Acting like bloods its cuz they ain t never bleed, we all thugs I m
A better breed and you can t say that I don t come back to the hood
Cuz I ain t never leave, and shit change, shit the same wit this
Cheddar cheese, I just cop betta coke and smoke betta weed, I m single
So I get the hoes that I want, I had the #1 single and went gold
In a month what you want

[Chorus]
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