| Song | Best Hustler |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Ghetto Bill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Robinson | |
| [Intro]It's the return of a living legend mayne; | |
| I done did it once | |
| And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh? | |
| You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne | |
| This for everybody out there searchin for somethin | |
| Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out | |
| Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin | |
| Never look back[Master P] | |
| How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three | |
| One hit away | |
| I'm here for a reason this was meant to be | |
| Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame | |
| I'm the Ghetto | |
| Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game | |
| Homies run they mouth in the hood like | |
| Jose Canseco'fore they steal raw cream that | |
| I keep up in my | |
| Saints coat | |
| I put the | |
| Cali on the map my nigga | |
| And I'll never kiss radio or | |
| TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars | |
| And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure | |
| Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya | |
| When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin | |
| I got golds in my mouth and | |
| I'm reppin | |
| New Orleans | |
| They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid | |
| I had changed my life, | |
| I'm tryin to be here for these kids | |
| But, most niggaz'll still point the finger | |
| And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya[Interlude] | |
| Call all hip hop dot coms, | |
| The Source, the | |
| Vibe, XXL, | |
| Murder Dog | |
| I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, | |
| I gets paper, y'know? | |
| When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, | |
| IT'S MEI gets my money! | |
| Cause I'm a hustler | |
| But anybody think they can get rid of me | |
| Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til | |
| I'm done with this - you feel me? | |
| And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?[Master P] | |
| Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em | |
| You can't come from the radio or suburb andtry to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down | |
| Scarface and | |
| Jake, put this out on the map, | |
| I got a piece now | |
| Made over fo' hundred million and change | |
| Still kept it real, never disrespected the game | |
| And y'all niggaz know how | |
| I, love Atlanta | |
| But it's mo' to the | |
| South what about | |
| Florida and | |
| AlabamaMississippi, | |
| Louisiana, | |
| St. Louis - "Country Grammar" | |
| Tennessee and | |
| Texas, Billy | |
| Boys rollin | |
| PhantomsOklahoma, | |
| Arkansas, | |
| Carolina to | |
| KentuckyDem | |
| Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons | |
| Even doe Lil | |
| Wayne, and | |
| Baby like to stunt | |
| They still stayed humble and | |
| Cash Money blew up | |
| Three 6 got a chance, | |
| Young Buck kept it real | |
| Now we connected this thing from | |
| New Orleans to | |
| Ca$hville[Interlude] | |
| And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from | |
| If it wasn't, labels like | |
| Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, | |
| No LimitAnd then | |
| No Limit opened the doors for the rest of | |
| South soIt's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement | |
| But it was real because it ain't like battlin on records man | |
| It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?[Master P] | |
| I stole my first car, with a nigga named | |
| HerbIf I thank | |
| I seen the police | |
| I put it to the curb | |
| We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun | |
| A van drove by and my boy caught one | |
| My heart poundin, | |
| I was chasin the past | |
| I seen Martin | |
| Luther King and | |
| Jesus Christ by the brass | |
| I'm so glad | |
| Josie decide not to have that abortionand put me in a can or even take me to the ocean | |
| Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up | |
| Man I'm a | |
| No Limit Soldier, | |
| I had to get up | |
| My boy Boz had a lil' change, | |
| I had a lil' change | |
| Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game | |
| Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star | |
| But I never thought | |
| I'd make it from the hood and go so far | |
| My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters | |
| You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers[Outro] | |
| Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but | |
| I'm not on no industry shit my nigga | |
| I had to find me, | |
| I had to find who | |
| I wanted to be | |
| I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga | |
| I don't see no nigga out there could top that or try | |
| But if you can my nigga and you do then that's cool too | |
| But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up | |
| Or never forget where | |
| I came from my nigga | |
| That's what this about, this about teachin mayne | |
| Savin these kids, you know | |
| I ain't battle rappin, | |
| I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick | |
| This me man | |
| I ain't tryin to be the best rapper | |
| I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? | |
| That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, | |
| I'm 'bout gettin paper | |
| I just throw it up to my boy | |
| Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne | |
| We out this bitch mayne, or should | |
| I say we back in this motherfucker | |
| You feel me? |
| zuo ci : Miller, Robinson | |
| Intro It' s the return of a living legend mayne | |
| I done did it once | |
| And you ain' t never seen nobody do it again huh? | |
| You gotta love it, cause it' s real mayne | |
| This for everybody out there searchin for somethin | |
| Ain' t nothin wrong with makin it out | |
| Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin | |
| Never look back Master P | |
| How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three | |
| One hit away | |
| I' m here for a reason this was meant to be | |
| Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame | |
| I' m the Ghetto | |
| Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game | |
| Homies run they mouth in the hood like | |
| Jose Canseco' fore they steal raw cream that | |
| I keep up in my | |
| Saints coat | |
| I put the | |
| Cali on the map my nigga | |
| And I' ll never kiss radio or | |
| TV ass, I' ll go back to slangin pillars | |
| And most niggaz they' ll bust under pressure | |
| Don' t matter how much money you got, police' ll still sweat ya | |
| When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin | |
| I got golds in my mouth and | |
| I' m reppin | |
| New Orleans | |
| They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid | |
| I had changed my life, | |
| I' m tryin to be here for these kids | |
| But, most niggaz' ll still point the finger | |
| And take yo' kindness for weakness ' til a motherfucker bang ya Interlude | |
| Call all hip hop dot coms, | |
| The Source, the | |
| Vibe, XXL, | |
| Murder Dog | |
| I' m not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, | |
| I gets paper, y' know? | |
| When I do a deal it' s not a licensing deal, | |
| IT' S MEI gets my money! | |
| Cause I' m a hustler | |
| But anybody think they can get rid of me | |
| Man I ain' t goin nowhere ' til | |
| I' m done with this you feel me? | |
| And then I' ma sic my son on y' all, ya heard me? Master P | |
| Real niggaz see through these fakers so it' s time to expose ' em | |
| You can' t come from the radio or suburb andtry to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down | |
| Scarface and | |
| Jake, put this out on the map, | |
| I got a piece now | |
| Made over fo' hundred million and change | |
| Still kept it real, never disrespected the game | |
| And y' all niggaz know how | |
| I, love Atlanta | |
| But it' s mo' to the | |
| South what about | |
| Florida and | |
| AlabamaMississippi, | |
| Louisiana, | |
| St. Louis " Country Grammar" | |
| Tennessee and | |
| Texas, Billy | |
| Boys rollin | |
| PhantomsOklahoma, | |
| Arkansas, | |
| Carolina to | |
| KentuckyDem | |
| Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons | |
| Even doe Lil | |
| Wayne, and | |
| Baby like to stunt | |
| They still stayed humble and | |
| Cash Money blew up | |
| Three 6 got a chance, | |
| Young Buck kept it real | |
| Now we connected this thing from | |
| New Orleans to | |
| Ca hville Interlude | |
| And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from | |
| If it wasn' t, labels like | |
| RapALot, there wouldn' t be no, | |
| No LimitAnd then | |
| No Limit opened the doors for the rest of | |
| South soIt' s like, this whole " Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement | |
| But it was real because it ain' t like battlin on records man | |
| It' s about livin it' s about survivin it' s about go and get paper ya feel me? Master P | |
| I stole my first car, with a nigga named | |
| HerbIf I thank | |
| I seen the police | |
| I put it to the curb | |
| We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun | |
| A van drove by and my boy caught one | |
| My heart poundin, | |
| I was chasin the past | |
| I seen Martin | |
| Luther King and | |
| Jesus Christ by the brass | |
| I' m so glad | |
| Josie decide not to have that abortionand put me in a can or even take me to the ocean | |
| Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up | |
| Man I' m a | |
| No Limit Soldier, | |
| I had to get up | |
| My boy Boz had a lil' change, | |
| I had a lil' change | |
| Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game | |
| Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star | |
| But I never thought | |
| I' d make it from the hood and go so far | |
| My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters | |
| You could survive the game and bounce back but don' t fuck with fakers Outro | |
| Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but | |
| I' m not on no industry shit my nigga | |
| I had to find me, | |
| I had to find who | |
| I wanted to be | |
| I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga | |
| I don' t see no nigga out there could top that or try | |
| But if you can my nigga and you do then that' s cool too | |
| But I' m not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up | |
| Or never forget where | |
| I came from my nigga | |
| That' s what this about, this about teachin mayne | |
| Savin these kids, you know | |
| I ain' t battle rappin, | |
| I ain' t sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick | |
| This me man | |
| I ain' t tryin to be the best rapper | |
| I' m tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? | |
| That' s my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, | |
| I' m ' bout gettin paper | |
| I just throw it up to my boy | |
| Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne | |
| We out this bitch mayne, or should | |
| I say we back in this motherfucker | |
| You feel me? |
| zuò cí : Miller, Robinson | |
| Intro It' s the return of a living legend mayne | |
| I done did it once | |
| And you ain' t never seen nobody do it again huh? | |
| You gotta love it, cause it' s real mayne | |
| This for everybody out there searchin for somethin | |
| Ain' t nothin wrong with makin it out | |
| Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin | |
| Never look back Master P | |
| How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three | |
| One hit away | |
| I' m here for a reason this was meant to be | |
| Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame | |
| I' m the Ghetto | |
| Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game | |
| Homies run they mouth in the hood like | |
| Jose Canseco' fore they steal raw cream that | |
| I keep up in my | |
| Saints coat | |
| I put the | |
| Cali on the map my nigga | |
| And I' ll never kiss radio or | |
| TV ass, I' ll go back to slangin pillars | |
| And most niggaz they' ll bust under pressure | |
| Don' t matter how much money you got, police' ll still sweat ya | |
| When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin | |
| I got golds in my mouth and | |
| I' m reppin | |
| New Orleans | |
| They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid | |
| I had changed my life, | |
| I' m tryin to be here for these kids | |
| But, most niggaz' ll still point the finger | |
| And take yo' kindness for weakness ' til a motherfucker bang ya Interlude | |
| Call all hip hop dot coms, | |
| The Source, the | |
| Vibe, XXL, | |
| Murder Dog | |
| I' m not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, | |
| I gets paper, y' know? | |
| When I do a deal it' s not a licensing deal, | |
| IT' S MEI gets my money! | |
| Cause I' m a hustler | |
| But anybody think they can get rid of me | |
| Man I ain' t goin nowhere ' til | |
| I' m done with this you feel me? | |
| And then I' ma sic my son on y' all, ya heard me? Master P | |
| Real niggaz see through these fakers so it' s time to expose ' em | |
| You can' t come from the radio or suburb andtry to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down | |
| Scarface and | |
| Jake, put this out on the map, | |
| I got a piece now | |
| Made over fo' hundred million and change | |
| Still kept it real, never disrespected the game | |
| And y' all niggaz know how | |
| I, love Atlanta | |
| But it' s mo' to the | |
| South what about | |
| Florida and | |
| AlabamaMississippi, | |
| Louisiana, | |
| St. Louis " Country Grammar" | |
| Tennessee and | |
| Texas, Billy | |
| Boys rollin | |
| PhantomsOklahoma, | |
| Arkansas, | |
| Carolina to | |
| KentuckyDem | |
| Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons | |
| Even doe Lil | |
| Wayne, and | |
| Baby like to stunt | |
| They still stayed humble and | |
| Cash Money blew up | |
| Three 6 got a chance, | |
| Young Buck kept it real | |
| Now we connected this thing from | |
| New Orleans to | |
| Ca hville Interlude | |
| And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from | |
| If it wasn' t, labels like | |
| RapALot, there wouldn' t be no, | |
| No LimitAnd then | |
| No Limit opened the doors for the rest of | |
| South soIt' s like, this whole " Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement | |
| But it was real because it ain' t like battlin on records man | |
| It' s about livin it' s about survivin it' s about go and get paper ya feel me? Master P | |
| I stole my first car, with a nigga named | |
| HerbIf I thank | |
| I seen the police | |
| I put it to the curb | |
| We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun | |
| A van drove by and my boy caught one | |
| My heart poundin, | |
| I was chasin the past | |
| I seen Martin | |
| Luther King and | |
| Jesus Christ by the brass | |
| I' m so glad | |
| Josie decide not to have that abortionand put me in a can or even take me to the ocean | |
| Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up | |
| Man I' m a | |
| No Limit Soldier, | |
| I had to get up | |
| My boy Boz had a lil' change, | |
| I had a lil' change | |
| Fuck we put it together den we jumped up in the game | |
| Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star | |
| But I never thought | |
| I' d make it from the hood and go so far | |
| My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters | |
| You could survive the game and bounce back but don' t fuck with fakers Outro | |
| Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but | |
| I' m not on no industry shit my nigga | |
| I had to find me, | |
| I had to find who | |
| I wanted to be | |
| I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga | |
| I don' t see no nigga out there could top that or try | |
| But if you can my nigga and you do then that' s cool too | |
| But I' m not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up | |
| Or never forget where | |
| I came from my nigga | |
| That' s what this about, this about teachin mayne | |
| Savin these kids, you know | |
| I ain' t battle rappin, | |
| I ain' t sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick | |
| This me man | |
| I ain' t tryin to be the best rapper | |
| I' m tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? | |
| That' s my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, | |
| I' m ' bout gettin paper | |
| I just throw it up to my boy | |
| Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne | |
| We out this bitch mayne, or should | |
| I say we back in this motherfucker | |
| You feel me? |