I’m a Hustler 50 Cent

[Verse 1]
Rule number one: Don't go against the grain
Rule number two: Give respect where respect due
Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names
The .45 will tear you out the frame
It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get a fucking thing
For me ain't nothin' changed, but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
Who peoples got plenty money, actin' like they ain't got bail
I feel for you niggas, gettin' shot while I'm sayin' this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall, gettin' chopped on chow lines
An old timer schooled me, said: "Don't burn bridges, my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo' ass gotta swim"
I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk in New York
Me and shorty stood from afar and had a talk
He said "I told him if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his hand, it's still shakin' - he had a lot of nerve"

[Hook]
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler