Hustla (I’ma Hustler) Obie Trice (Ft. 50 Cent)

[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got what you need, if you smoke that dro mane
I got what you need, if you sniff that cocaine
I got what you need, if you shoot that heroin
I'm a hustler, I'm 'bout my money mane
I got what you need, if you smoke that dro mane
I been on the block all day, it's slow mane
I stay on the block, rain, sleet or snow
Cause I'm a hustler baby, I'm 'bout my money mane

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Listen niggas, I'm a hustler
Nickle and dime brother
A young motherfucker
Hold my toaster
Catch me on the corner with hoes in my Rustlers
Wrestlers chasing the cheddar to live better
[?] cheating the weather
[?] goose [?] sweaters, just so I could be Santa
So my baby [?] speak, it's efficient manners
She ain't fucking with daddy if he don't pamper
Nigga I tamper with the smoke
Scramble with the dope
But I can't surpass an O
Nigga I'm hopeless
Hoping a good week come, so I can re-up coke and
Cop me an eighth, [?] man
This disrespect's the game I've chosen
I am not a bully on the block, I got pull on the block
The older cats know I' rep the hood when we hollar
Take tops off of dollars
Just to eat lunch meat
[?] cheese a feast to me
Specially when you down and out, your peeps know what your surroundings about
They let you in the house for a quick shower
Might give you an hour
Then it's back to that sour ass droubt, what them streets about
[?] out
Running [?] house, your man's eyes open for policing rout