new jack hustler lyrics – ice-t

hustler, word, i pull the trigger long,
grit my teeth, spray till every n*gg*’s gone.
got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
last thing i sweat’s a sucka punk cop.
move like a king when i roll, hops,
you try to flex, bang, another n*gg* drops.
you gotta deal with this cause there’s no way out,
why? cash money ain’t never gonna play out.
i got nothin to lose, much to gain,
in my brain, i got a capitalist migraine.
i gotta get paid tonight, you m*th*f*ckin right.
[something] my grip, check my b*tch, keep my game tight.
so many hos on my jock, think i’m a movie star.
nineteen, i got a fifty thousand dollar car.
go to school, i ain’t goin for it,
kiss my *ss, bust the cap on the moet.
cause i don’t wanna hear that cr*p,
why? i’d rather be a new jack—–hustler

h-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler

(kid drop in)
yo man you know what i’m sayin?
you got it goin on my man, i like how it’s goin down.
you got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
look at that ring right there,
i know it’s real, it’s gotta be real.
man, you the flyest n*gg* i seen in my life!
yo man, i just wanna roll with you man,
how can i be down?

what’s up? you say you wanna be down?
ease back, or m*th*f*cka get beat down.
out my face, fool i’m the illest,
bulletproof, i die harder than bruce willis.
got my crew in effect, i bought em new jags,
so much cash, gotta keep it in hefty bags.
all i think about is keys and gs
imagine that, me workin at mickey d’s (ha ha ha ha).
that’s a joke cause i’m never gonna be broke,
when i die there’ll be bullets and gunsmoke.
ya don’t like my lifestyle? f*ck you!
i’m rollin with the new jack crew.
and i’m a hustler.

h-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler
new jack, new jack……….

here i come, so you better break north,
as i stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
i care nothing bout you, and that’s evident.
all i love’s my dope and dead presidents.
sound crazy? well it isn’t.
the ends justifies the means, that’s the system.
i learned that in school then i dropped out,
hit the streets, checked a grip, and now i got clout.
i had nothing, and i wanted it.
you had everything, and you flaunted it.
turned the needy into the greedy,
with cocaine, my success came speedy.
got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
every dollar i get, another brother drops.
maybe that’s the plan, and i don’t understand,
god d*mn—-you got me sinkin in quicksand.
but since i don’t know, and i ain’t never learned,
i gotta get paid, i got money to earn.
with my posse, out on the ave,
bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
cool out and watch my new benz gleam,
is this a nightmare? or the american dream?
so think twice if you’re coming down my block,
you wanna journey through h*ll? well sh*t gets hot.
pregnant teens, children’s screams,
life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
you don’t come here much, and ya better not.
wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
i gotta get more money than you got,
so what, if some m*th*f*cka gets shot?
that’s how the game is played,
another brother slayed, the wound is deep
but they’re givin us a band aid.
my education’s low but i got long dough,
raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
my uzi’s my best friend, cold as a mortician.
lock me up, it’s genocidal catastrophe,
there’ll be another one after me!
a hustler.
h-u-s-t-l-e-r hustler.

new jack, new jack……

/ ice t lyrics