Hustler's Story - The Notorious B.I.G., Akon, Big Gee of Boyz N Da Hood

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 drippin'

Big Poppa never slippin'

H-class diamonds shinin'

Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'

Smoking cigars in Bogotá

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 Caribbean, white sands

Discussing 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 the zone three

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

Shit cost, money never came to me

When shit short, I suffered unshamelessly

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 coop all day

Tryin' to find a new way to smugglin' pure yay'

We bout our business, ain’t no small time thieves

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

See I’m the one to call 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 keys 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 all

Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh)

Niggas is quick to chop rocks and hide hands

Make a break for it, get away from 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, pussies is wearing wires

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 despise

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