Bonafide Hustler Young Buck (Ft. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
I'm a special kind of nigga with mines, you know?
I grind, I get's my paper, you know I mean?
Ha ha ha
Oh yeah

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a bonafide hustler
Nigga, get out of line, I'll gut ya
Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's "Fuck ya"
If you play games with mine
I come at you from behind with my nine
I'm a bonafide hustler

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They say heaven's for churchgoers and hell's for the heathens
So I'ma just ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends sucking on that glass dick
Now Sham stay askin' for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll hook you up just one last time
Customs is comin', son is pumpin', watch the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we stackin' it all
That's that joint; what's his name, son? I don't remember
That Haitian nigga with the guitar that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a buck-forty in the rain, hydroplanin'
Lamborghini Diablo, candy-painted
Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it come out the dash
If I go in the club, son, and niggas start dumbing
Start shooting and I ain't strapped, fuck it, I'm running