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Believe this shit
Mack Mittens in the spot
Eh, the crack rhyme king, you know

Why must I be like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
(Nigga)
The hustler in me

Poison 'em all
(Fuck 'em)
I know that sounds like the words of a bastard
But Polly need crackers
And daddy's son need pampers

I gave y'all the truth and the reason
I can't give you the answers
(Nope)
I try to do the right thing

But I swear by God, I'm not Spike Lee
I skip my school days
(Fuck it)
I ran with old heads
(Old heads)

In 89, who push 98's
Blue haze through deuce treys
Do what I been, I been through, through it again
I seen the streets tame boys, turn few to men

While you was in the house playin' Nintendo
(Nintendo)
On ya back pads on ya Dyno doin' indo
(Indo)

Shit, I was in the house smokin' indo
(Indo)
Servin' smokers off the back ledge through the window
(Window)

How many, how many, smoke em' get skinny
Got em' short, got em' tall
Got plenty for all y'all now
(C'mon)

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
The hustler in me

Why must I push the crack? I was forced into it
I was goin' through it pushin' that Buick
It wasn't all good a week ago
(Eh ah)

Shit been bad for a while
I was forced to put that crack in the vile
(You know it)
Pockets was low, mind wasn't right
So I had to play the corner with the nine every night

So I crushed competition, killed the drama
Sold goods like Excedrin syrup like Aunt Jemima
Money was comin', niggas was hatin'
Send bullets through they fame till they Harlem shakin'

Treated crack like rap and I move them units
And the way I tuck paper niggas thought I was Jewish
Had the fiends snortin' blow like the K-9 unit
And I finally got that paper to park that Buick

Got the aero dynamic Benz wagon
So carefully crafted
When I pulled on the block I just smashed it

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
(I'm a hustler, nigga)
The hustler in me

Omilio, Omilio woo
I talk greazy to pricks like
One yourself scrapper

I'm king Willie, stay the fuck off my strip
(Eh huh)
Or have ya guys get hit
Clash the position, I'm stuck in the kitchen
Whippin' it, ghetto D to the oil
Got the dope fiends rushin'

Drawin' attention, scarrin' the workers
Got em, Ready to quit the game
So I'm doing the game like
Keep your eyes open youngin'

And tell them fiends I said no short, no change
And I'm payin' em weekly
And I'm payin' silly
You pay em' Friday you won't see em'
For the rest of the weekend

Watchin' the block
'Cause some like to skim off the top
Mixin' they little caps in with my rock
Ungrateful motherfuckers
End up gettin' clap by the cops

Tryin' to slow up the money spot
(I'm a hustler baby, I'm a hustler baby)
And why must I, now why ask why

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
(I'm a hustler, nigga)

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
The hustler in me

Why must I feel like that?
Why must I push the crack?
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
It ain't nothin' but the hustler in me
(I'm a hustler, nigga)
The hustler in me

Believe this shit
Mack Mittens in the spot