New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) - Ice T

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long

Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga’s gone

Got my block sewn, armored dope spots

Last thing I sweat’s a sucka punk cop

Move like a king when I roll, hops

You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops

You gotta deal with this cause there’s no way out

Why?

Cash money ain’t never gonna play out

I got nothin to lose, much to gain

In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine

I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right

Pickin' my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight

So many hoes on my jock, think I’m a movie star

Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car

Go to school, I ain’t goin for it

Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet

Cause I don’t wanna hear that crap

Why?

I’d rather be a New Jack… Hustler

Hustler

Hustler

Hustler

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

Yo man you know what I’m sayin?

You got it goin on my man, I like how it’s goin down

You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels

Look at that ring right there

I know it’s real, it’s gotta be real

Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!

Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man

How can I be down?

What’s up?

You say you wanna be down?

Ease back, or motherfucker get beat down

Out my face, fool I’m the illest

Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis

Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags

So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags

All I think about is keys and Gs

Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D’s (ha ha ha ha)

That’s a joke cause I’m never gonna be broke

When I die there’ll be bullets and gun smoke

Ya don’t like my lifestyle?

Fuck you!

I’m rollin with the New Jack crew

And I’m a hustler

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

New Jack, New Jack…

Here I come, so you better break North

As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth

I care nothing 'bout you, and that’s evident

All I love’s my dope and dead presidents

Sound crazy?

Well it isn’t

The ends justifies the means, that’s the system

I learned that in school then I dropped out

Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout

I had nothing, and I wanted it

You had everything, and you flaunted it

Turned the needy into the greedy

With cocaine, my success came speedy

Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox

Every dollar I get, another brother drops

Maybe that’s the plan, and I don’t understand

God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand

But since I don’t know, and I ain’t never learned

I gotta get paid, I got money to earn

With my posse, out on the ave

Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh

Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam

Is this a nightmare?

Or the American dream?

So think twice if you’re coming down my block

You wanna journey through hell?

Well shit gets hot

Pregnant teens, children’s screams

Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam

You don’t come here much, and ya better not

Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot

I gotta get more money than you got

So what, if some motherfucker gets shot?

That’s how the game is played

Another brother slayed, the wound is deep

But they’re givin us a band aid

My education’s low but I got long dough

I’m raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro

Sleep on silk, lie like a politician

My Uzi’s my best friend, cold as a mortician

Lock me up, it’s genocidal catastrophe

There’ll be another one after me!

A hustler, hustler

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

New Jack, New Jack…