Ice T back in that a*s

Return of the real

Muthaf**kas fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is

N***as on the streets ain't really got a muthaf**kin choice

Muthaf**ka

So n***as is forced to do dirt

Born hustler

I only run with real n***as who wear gold and jewels

Diamond rings strapped with tools

I take no shorts cause I been in it for the long one the strong one

Gotta tell the truth yo half my n***as is on the run

Street giant defiant to the laws

That the white man made n***a

That's why we play n***a

Too d**n fly too much finesse for the hoo ride

I rather take a mark off smooth

Cause the skilll of a hustler is to stick and move

Got to give a n***a props cause the kid got game

Mad game fool I base my hustle not on strength

But think you say 'the liqor store' I say 'brinks'

Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the dice

The magnitude of my game's insane precise

So now you're mad cause I got money and you don't

The hustlers win the busters won't

What can I say you can't come out and play

With the real ones dig this

You'll get broke with the quickness

I don't gamble I cheat when it's on

Two g's on the table two in my palm

And if I spill up I pull the nickel 25 strap

Then the place gets flat and then I'm out the back

With my n***as and them 4's on thangs

And if I really wanna floss I flex my Bentley wings

D**n over your head got a problem

Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal n***as can solve em

But the game's extreme so quit your high beams

And increase the light now can you see me you might

If you ever been to jail or shot sold rocks

I'm talkin 'bout weight down like movin ki's and pounds

But every n***a in the hood ain't fly

Light skinned or dark they're 90 marks

Straight vics and they got money to give

Then without em tell me how the hell a hustler lives

I got no love for a lame

I use my strategy from crack to rap no shame

And now instead of cooking some ki's

I'm flippin million dollar call em wack MC's

But suckers got it twisted they missed it

Wastin they life when yo they mentally gifted

The streets ain't the only f**kin hustle in town

You gotta get in where you fit in gotta stay way down

But a buster is a buster for life

He makes excuses why his a*s ain't pay

That s**t's played

Cash rules everything around me kid

I hit a 50'000 lick and never did no bid

Cause I'm bent on a come up and my s**t stays tight

How many fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight

It don't matter cause the real don't care

You know I'ma gonna get mine so I'ma let em get theirs

But I know in the heart what's true

So if you listen very closely maybe you will too

My mind's blown off Armani suits

Pavet medaillons boots

Cristal and steak shrimp big as your hand

I bought a silk robe and it's from Siam

This jam's for the hoods and thugs

Pimps and h*es the slingers of d**gs

Hustlers and thieves cons and crooks

Bookers and sharks muthaf**k the marks

N***a