Scarface - Hustler Lyrics
[ verse 1: lo-lo ]Uno is for the money, deuce is for the showTrey is for the video, what the ***** is fo?Fo is for the hoes, and 5 to stay aliveThat shoulda been number 1, cause I dont wanna dieAdd 6 when I begin to flip the big benzWith the candy-coated paint, plus the 20 rimsAnd what they hittin fo, I roll 7 out the doTook his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold8: dont be late is for my niggas paper-chasinGot nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin10s is for my niggas locked down in the penAnd my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again11 is for my poppy up in heavenTell God send me a blessing, cause Im down here stressin12 is for the records we sell, were goin platinumTheres no turnin back now, so lets make it happen[ chorus: ]All I ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustlerSome dont get it, but feel me when I spit itIts all about the dollar[ verse 2: o.c. the sinister ]It goes one for the money, two for the showEverybody in the game know how it goIts a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta doughKeeps me watchin on toes out my back windowCreep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44For urban travel, watch the scandalYou petty rivals cant handleHit your block, increase props as we dismantleChannel my vengeance through this sentence, Im relentlessYou *****es wanna spend this, then get pimpedWere never said to beat any listener senselessHeavyweighters livin major, pumpin this here, no circumferenceWho is this? o.c. the sinisterNavigatin, now were raidin all over your areaIm darin ya to static with this rap-a-lot shitThe camorra make hits, tag licks, like movin bricksThe lyricist full of canabis, livin extravagantWith elegant *****es, plottin richesOn quick-to-get-rich niggas full of liquorCll shine one time livin bigger[ chorus ][ verse 3: lo-lo & o.c. ]Now everybody in the game know how it goesPlayers like us do shows and pimp hoesOh-oh, its the sinister and lo-lo comin throughThem niggas playa-hatin, what the ***** they wanna do?I want peace, but if them niggas want beefWe gon have to take the heat to the streetsKnawmean? they tryin to stop dreams and block creamsIt seems like what? they hate to see us havin lavish thingsPictures in magazines, nice cars and diamond ringsAh-ah, ah-ah, we cant have no fake niggas on our teamNow you watch my back, nigga, and I watch yoursOnes for the dough, twos for the shows, hoes, and tours[ chorus ]
