Bonafide Hustler (Album Version|Edited)-Young Buck

Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Ni**a With Mine's I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean? Hahaha I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler They Heaven's For The Church Go'ers, And Hell's For The Heathens So I'm'a Just Ball The F**k Out, While I'm Breathin 8th After 8th, What You Know About That Fast Flip? Crack Spots, Smokey Fiends, Suckin On That Glass Dick Man Sham Stay Askin' For A Dime For Nine I Tell You What, I Hook You Up, This One Last Time Save Reciedo Some Food Stamps, We Stackin' It Off Past That Joint, what's His Name Son? I don't Remember The Haitian Ni**a With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November" I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain, Hydro Plainin' Now We Can Get Diablo, Candy-Painted Got That Hydro Burnin', Got The Burner In The Stash If I Go In The Club Son, And Niggas Start Dumbin' Start Shootin N' I Ain't Straped, F**k It, I'm Runnin' I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler I Been Out Here For Too Long, I Deserve To Get A Bird The Fiend's Know My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas With Dime Sack's In They Backpacks You See The Police, But We Gon' Sell Our D**e Regardless Niggas Know Me, From Fillin Up Ya' Heroine Needles I'm Connected With Them People Who Don't Speak No English We Ain't Scared Of The Road, We Just Get It And Go When You See Them Tennessee Tags Ni**a, You Already Know I Don't Trust No Hoes, that's How 'T Got Pop'd He Told The B**ch Where His Stash Was, He Told It To The Cops Me And Preist Had The Streets On Lock He'd Break Down The Blocks, I'd Open Up Shop, 'Round The Clock We At It Again, We Gettin' It For 10, My Ni**a I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler Now I'm Headed Down South And That's My Word I'm On A Greyhound, 'Bout To Move These Birds And If These Niggas Don't Let Me Sling I'm Out There Robbin' Everything Got A Brand New Mack And A P-89 Yeah He's A Hustler, Man I Stay On The Grind 9 Grams Of Heroine, 100 Grams Of Coke 12 O's Of Mushrooms, 2 Pounds Of Smoke 3 Gal's Of Dust Juice, And A Tank Of L.S.D. And A 1000 Pills Of Every Kind Of Exstacy Hash, Ha-sheesh, I Bought A '62 When I Was Younger With My Crew I Had Them Niggas Sniffin Glue It's 40 Cinnagrams, To Them Trucka's And Bammer's And I Can Chef Up A Miricle With Arm "amp; Hammer I'm A Hustler, Man I Supply The Fiends I'm A Hustler, Ni**a I'll Sell You A Dream I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Ni**a Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya' Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's F**k Ya' With My Nine, I'm A Bonafide Hustler