歌手:50 Cent
专辑:《Hustler》

Don't make this complicated
My old school candy painted
I hustle hard
When I come through they like
''oh my God - that ***** clean''
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
My mind on the money
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes

But dig it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
I come through I had the hoes like
''who he ''

Seats in the old school Louis
Shoes and the belt buckle Louis

We don't need more details now do we
Let 'em sag my swag is True Religion
You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with ****
This is classy and hood
Drama llama time ***** what's good
Domino's ************ it's time to collect
Stack paper like
I'm trying to fix the national debt
I'm just doing what I wanna do
I trip these set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi ****
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby

My mind on the money
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
Get on my level *****
I'm careful who I kick it with

We talk market and distribution and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder
Chip off the whole block
I sell the chip of a whole rock
10 dollars a pop
I'm a magnet
The ***** can't help but watch me
Socks drawers undershirt
Versace Versace Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question I'm askin'
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 ****
We ain't promised tomorrow
***** go on and get the ****
That skull and bones
That Alexander McQueen thing
In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz
And move it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
My mind on the money
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it I'm a hustler baby
I'm a hustler baby
Oh it's cold out here
It's my kind of weather
I'm cold blooded
It's 50
When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans that's bulletproof
Bomb proof leather six what else
When I go hard I go hard
When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera
In the back like ''ooh wee''
We rolling
I hustle man it's what I do man
Wait ****** gon' try and tell me how to do this