50 Cent - I'm A Hustler (Lyrics)

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 fucking thing

For me ain't nothin' changed, but the things my money brings

My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail

You peoples got plenty money acting 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 head, it's still shakin' - he had a lot of nerve"


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


Yo when the feds come in the game, loyalty is limited

Hardcore niggas start actin' feminine

With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time

Duke, you get ten, you'll damn near do nine

I hate a liar more than I hate thief

A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality

The streets I know'em like my ABCs

Stay away from the Ds and stack ya' cheese

Try to see three hundred Gs before you see 300Zs

Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connect for keys

Yo' bitches sexin' me, take me to ecstasy

Once I nut, I don't want 'em next to me

If it's on, mother fucker, believe I'mma ride

I'm the type to swallow my blood before I swallow my pride

Letters on my sweater read DKNY

Got grimy niggas runnin' with me from BKNY


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


They say I don't sound like a killer, well how a killer sound?

I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down

See many men live, baby, and many men die

Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high

Here's a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends

Your enemies remain the same, friends always change

I learned quick that there's more than one way to skin a cat

You can get 'em in the face, dog, or down his back

All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest

I fear no man, for death is all that's promised

I got niggas standin' in line waitin' to hear me spit

From '86 to '96 the game went from sugar to shit

This for you niggas in the background dyin' to shine

I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine

Ain't nothin' changed in the game, but faces and names

The state, the weight, the date and the jake


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