Ice-T back in that $$#
Return of the real
Mutha$#&@as fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is

^!$$%s on the streets ain't really got a mutha$#&@in choice
Mutha$#&@a


(So ^!$$%s is forced to do dirt) [Prodigy]

Born hustler


I only run with real ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s is on the run
Street giant defiant to the laws

That the white man made, ^!$$%
That's why we play, ^!$$%
A/k/a the street hustler from the Westside

Too damn 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

And make you say: "Damn, what's his name?
Got to give 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 ^!$$%s and them 4's on thangs
And if I really wanna floss I flex my Bentley wings

Damn, over your head, got a problem
Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@in 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 $$# ain't pay

That %#@!'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 %#@! 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, [Name] 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 hoes, the slingers of drugs

Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks
Bookers and sharks, mutha$#&@ the marks
^!$$%