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Текст песни Young Buck f 50 Cent, Tony Yayo - Bonafide Hustler

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[50 Cent]Yeah, I`m a special kind of nigga with mines, y`know?I grind, I gets my paper, y`knahmean?Ha ha ha, oh yeah[Chorus: 50 Cent]I`m a bonafide hustlerNigga get out of line I`ll gut, yaMe - I`m bout my paper it`s fuck, yaIf you, play games with mineI can match it from behind with my nine[50] I`m a bonafide hustler[Verse One: 50 Cent]They say heaven`s for churchgoers and hell`s for the heathensSo I`ma just ball the fuck out while I`m breathinEighth after eighth, what`chu know about that fast flip?Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin on that glass dickNow Sham stay askin for a dime for 9I`ll tell you what, I`ll hook you up just one last timeCustoms is comin son is pumpin watch the packs dissolveSingles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin it allThat`s that joint what`s his name son? I don`t rememberThat Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone `Til November"I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplaninLamborghini Diablo, candy paintedGot that hydro burnin, got the burner in the stashHit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dashIf fag-o in the club sonnin, niggaz start dumbinStart shootin and I ain`t strapped, fuck it I`m runnin[Chorus] - repeat 2X[50] I`m a bonafide hustler[Verse Two: Young Buck]I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a birdThe fiends know my name now from standin on this curbI got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crackA bunch of lil` niggaz with dime sacks in they backpacksCome and get it we got it, take a trip to the projectsYou see the police, but we gon` sell our dope regardlessYou niggaz know me, from fillin up your heron needlesI`m connected with them people who don`t speak no englishWe ain`t scared of the roll, we just get it and goYou see them Tennessee tags nigga you already knowI don`t trust no ho, that`s how T got poppedHe showed a bitch where his stash was, she told it to the copsMe and Priest had the streets on lockHe`d break down the blocks, I`d open up shop around the clockAnd I ain`t gon` stop, so soon as you come home from the penWe at it again, we gettin `em for ten my nigga[Chorus] - repeat 2X[50] I`m a bonafide hustler[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]You know I`m a hustler eyNow I`m headed down South and that`s my wordI`m on the Greyhound bout to move these birdsAnd if these niggaz don`t let me sling{*click clack*} I`m out there robbin everythingGot a brand new mac, and a P-89Ya`s a hustler, man I stay on the grind9 grams of heroin, 100 grams of coke12 o`s of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke3 gal`s of dust juice and a tank of LSDAnd a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasyHash, hashish, I bought a sixty-twoWhen I was younger with my crew I had them niggaz sniffin glueIt`s 40`s to the gram to them truckers and bamasAnd I can chef up a miracle with Arm & HammerI`m a hustler, man I supply the fiendsI`m a hustler, nigga I`ll sell you a dream[Chorus] - repeat 2X[50] I`m a bonafide hustler

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