Intro:
Heart of a hustler
Some times you got to be ready to as I rumble
Yeah
Get your man strong
Hook:
Fifty rounds, fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Fifty rounds fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Verse 1:
Thank god I ain't never been shoot
Standing on the corner man ripping up the block
Got my little pockets sitting on swoll
I got a lot of crack boy I'm ready to go gold
Hustle and bustle and running through the projects
If the popo's try to arrest me I'm going to jet bet
But I new shoes, new clothes and fitted hats
I devised a plan to get my money back in stacks
If them bitches trip they can suck on these
Telling all these rats that I brung the cheese
I got that money, power, my bills getting paid
Baby boy still hustling still to this day
Baby boy still hustling trick still to this day
Hook:
Fifty rounds, fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Fifty rounds fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Verse 2:
I'm run shit still on my block
Even though I'm hot I'm a still set up shop
Cause I'm a chemist Bitch
Riding against the grain
Hitting nigga up cause my hustle's insain
Cause I'm a chemist Bitch
Riding against the grain
Hitting nigga up cause my hustle's insain
Cause I'm a chemist Bitch
Riding against the grain
Hitting nigga up cause I'm going insain
Cause I'm a roll out cause I got the balls
posting my bail with a single phone call
and I got that money, power, bills getting paid
baby boy still hustling still to this day
I got that money, power, bills getting paid
baby boy still hustling still to this day
I got that money, power, my bills getting paid
baby boy still hustling trick still to this day
Hook:
Fifty rounds, fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Fifty rounds fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Verse 3:
Creeping in my cutless supreme
Got me a fifty pack equals a lot f green on the screen
I'a m ready to mash
I hit the gas creeping in my hoopty like its first class
Everyday is potential hustle
I turn beef in these streets into mad hustle
Hungry to get my chips up
Now I ain't talking about potato chips nigga
You get light the fuck up
Making moves on my Nextel
500,000 thousand dollars this judge set my bail
Sitting in a cell
Singing on the county blues
Got my orange shirt with my converse shoes
I got nothing to loose
I got the rules to the game
Sitting in this bitch nigga going insain
I got that money, power, my bills getting paid
Baby boy still hustling, trick still to this day
Hook:
Fifty rounds, fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Fifty rounds fifty pounds
As I zoom through your town
Cause I got heart of a hustler
Cause I got heart of a hustler