I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they supposed to smile
Hooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Everywhere we go bet they know who we are
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Now you could ask any hustla ya know, They'll tell ya it's in the wrist
I'm a good cook nigga, Hell of a dinner dish
Get stiffed quick, They say a fella is generous
I could sell stiff dick to Ellen Degeneres
I got a sells pitch, I should do a infomercial
I did Foreman grill numbers on a shrimf of purple
Ya money long, They go to any length to slurp you
So fuck a bitch unless she in the Oprah Winfrey circle
Don't get me wrong, I get at ya honey
But I'm a Bachelor, All I do is spachula money
Scoop it up and flip it, Hoop it up and zip it
Stand over stoves, Soup it up and rip it
I'm a chef that coom up ways to make me rich
Clothing line recipe, Yea I make it rich
Them wire taps make a hustla nervous
You got a problem, Don't call me I ain't customer service
I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they supposed to smile
Hooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Everywhere we go bet they know who we are
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
I move heavy weight, I could easily pull a muscle man
Like Tracy Morgan on Martin, Call me hustle man
What you need chief, Coca or the weed leaf
Fuckin with my hustle is only gon breed beef
Went south and came back with shopping bags full of guns
Fresh out the box, Poppin tags on the guns
Carolina drive, Up and down the 95
Got the 40's for 7, But I a nine for 5
Fuck a 9 to 5, I'm a hustleholic
I need rubberbands, These stacks a bust a wallet
The pills pull some money on a good "E" day
Every thing could buy and sell, Hood E-bay
You give me 2 dice, I ride it like the 4 train
Bring more 7 11's then the store chain
Ya gimme 3 of them, I shoot em like a milly clip
Roll more sixes out then a Benz dealership
I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they supposed to smile
Hooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Everywhere we go bet they know who we are
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Cassidy
Yup, You could tell I get my hustle on
The scent of crack in my clothes, You smell I get my hustle on
It's official ya'll I was on my gristle ya'll
And I whipped da raw in a Vlasek pickle jar
Before I Had a deal, I was baggin crills
And I had pills but they wasn't Advils
These rap cats wanna be Nino Brown
But I'm the hustla, I do it like Nino now
I ain't with the phone shit, In '88 I was only 6
I missed dat paper, But now a sixer later
I get it major, Plenty niggas could vouche for me
Like dem niggas that be runnin the coke house 4 me
But it ain't bout what I was, It's bout what I'm bout 2 be
So I wanna shout out Fab 4 lookin out 4 me
I beat my case even tho some niggas was doubtin me
I took dem folks to trial, The poster child
I'm supposed to style, I'm a hustler's poster child
Girls see me they supposed to smile
Hooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Everywhere we go bet they know who we are
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
Can't you tell I get my hustle on
Hustla's Poster Child Lyrics performed by Fabolous are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Hustla's Poster Child Lyrics performed by Fabolous is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD