Hustlaz Story Songtext / Lyric

Akon and B.I.G. yea






Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it

Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit

'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy

Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies

Stories like a motherfucker

Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her

She know I treats my bitches like Ivana

Dolce and Gabana dippin'

Big Poppa never slippin'

H-class diamonds shinin'

Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'

Smoking cigars in Bogota

With Colombian niggas named Panama

And Englique and shit

Games we play life endin'

Bitches bending over with ease

For a pair of Moschino jeans

And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped

Singles on top

Benjamins

Under the rest of 'em

Advancin'

From duplex to mansion

Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas

VCR's in my V's

Game elevates, money I make

Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch

Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands

Discusing plans with my mans

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system

That leaves your rear views tremblin'

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude



Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent

Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it



Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine

Looking for this hour glass of time

Trying to find my purpose on this grand design



Is there anybody out there living?

4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin

Is there any money out there for me?

You just listen to this husler's story



Picture me, a product of these

Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be

Shit cost, money never came to me

When shit short, I suffered unshamelously

The lord humble niggas 'specially if they act like

They too big for they draw when they stacks right

Think I'm bullshittin? A bunch of niggas back like

Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot Christ

I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock

I know some hoes for the dro you can hit the cock



I know a nigga workin 9-5



Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive

I know some nigga wanna act hard, flicks pitch

Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed

Got kin folk backyard big whips

Escart that lift my homeboy this year



Akon



While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique

I'm on the coastline politickin' wit Jose

We got the birds flyin in the coupe all day

Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay'



We bout our business, ain't know small time fees

If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet

See I'm the one when things get deep

And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now

And Mexico far from the block

Tryin to figure out how many Glocks to a box, now

Sellin arms as well as rocks in my socks

If you could show me the money, here's the ki's to the lock, now

Hey, you know the streets is my territory

Ain't scared of nothin, let you fear it for me

Hey, whether win, lose or draw

Believe that death is waitin for all3



Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh)

Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hot hands

Make a break for it, get away for it, that was the plan (but)

So the whole time, I been plottin on his man

Caught him slippin and sleepin, I hit his ass wit the can, and

Here's somethin that you can't understand

How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga's soul? (Damn)

I'm on some get back shit, there comes a time

In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs

I been on the grind, got homies doin time

Behind niggas actin like bitches and bitches droppin dimes

I'm duckin indictments, pussy just wet and wise

Niggas just ain't tellin, no, they know we let it slide

But nah, we gotta ride and him, he gotta die

So if you catch up to his ass before I catch him, give him mine

The rats one thing a real nigga here dispise

I'm a five K one killa, I set his ass on fire