Young Buck Feat. 50 Cent Bonafide Hustler Lyrics

[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm a special kind of n____ with mines, y'know?
I grind, I gets my paper, y'knahmean?
Ha ha ha, oh yeah

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a bonafide hustler
n____ get out of line I'll gut, ya
Me - I'm bout my paper it's f___, ya
If you, play games with mine
I 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 heathens
So I'ma just ball the f___ out while I'm breathin
Eighth after eighth, what'chu know about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin on that glass d___
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 n____ 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 f__-o in the club sonnin, n____z start dumbin
Start shootin and I ain't strapped, f___ it I'm runnin

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[50] I'm a bonafide hustler

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
I been out here for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now from standin on this curb
I got blood on my shirt, and a handful of crack
A bunch of lil' n____z with dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a trip to the projects
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless
You n____z know me, from fillin up your heron needles
I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english
We ain't scared of the roll, we just get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags n____ you already know
I don't trust no ho, that's how T got popped
He showed a b____ where his stash was, she told it to the cops
Me and Priest had the streets on lock
He'd break down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock
And I ain't gon' stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin 'em for ten my n____

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[50] I'm a bonafide hustler

[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
You know I'm a hustler ey
Now I'm headed down South and that's my word
I'm on the Greyhound bout to move these birds
And if these n____z don't let me sling
{*click clack*} I'm out there robbin everything
Got a brand new mac, and a P-89
Ya's a hustler, man I stay on the grind
9 grams of heroin, 100 grams of c__e
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 pounds of smoke
3 gal's of dust juice and a tank of LSD
And a thousand pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I bought a sixty-two
When I was younger with my crew I had them n____z sniffin glue
It's 40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer
I'm a hustler, man I supply the fiends
I'm a hustler, n____ I'll sell you a dream

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[50] I'm a bonafide hustler