Young Buck ft. 50 Cent, Mr. Porter, & Tony Yayo Look At Me Now & Bonafide Hustler [Z] {Galaxy} Lyrics

[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I'm a special kinda n____ with mine's y'know,
I grind I get's my paper, you know what I mean?
Hahaha...

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
They say heaven's for Church go'ers and Hell's for the heathens,
So Im'a just ball the f**k out while I'm breathin',
8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip?
Crack spots smokey fiends suckin' on that glass d___,
Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine,
I tell you what, I hook you up this one last time,
Custody's comin' son is pumpin' watch the packs disolve,
Save Reciedo some food stamps we stackin' It off,
Pass that joint what's his name son? I don't remember,
The Hatian n____ with the guitar that sang "Gone In November,"
I do a buck 40 in the rain hydro plainin',
Now we can get a Diablo Candy-Painted,
Got that hydro burnin' got the burner in the stash,
Hit the hazards hit the A.C. then it come out the dash,
If I go in the club son and n____s start dumbin',
Start shootin' an' I ain't strapped, f**k it I'm runnin'...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n____ get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f**k ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler,
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n____ get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f**k ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler...

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I been out here for too long I deserve to get a bird (Yeah),
The fiend's know my name now from standin' on this curb (Buck),
I got blood on my shirt (What) and a hand full of crack,
A bunch of lil' n____s with dime sack's in they backpacks (Fo' real),
Come and get it, we got it, take a trip to the Projects,
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope regardless (A'ight),
n____s know me from fillin' up ya heroine needles,
I'm connected with them people who don't speak no english (Yeah),

We ain't scared of the row we just get it and go,
When you see them Tennessee tags n____ you already know,
I don't trust no hoes that's how T got popped,
He showed the b____ where his stash was she told it to the cops (Yeah),
Me and Preist had the streets on lock,
He'd break down the blocks I'd open up shop around the clock,
And I ain't gon' stop so soon as you come home from the pen,
We at it again we gettin' it for 10 my n____...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n____ get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f**k ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine,
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n____ get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f**k ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler...

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
You know I'ma hustler yeah,
Now I'm Headed down South and that's my word,
I'm on a Greyhound 'bout to move these birds,
And if these n____s don't let me sling,
I'm out there robbin' everything,
Got a brand new Mack, and a P-89,
Yeah he's a hustler man I stay on the grind,
9 grams of Heroine 100 grams of c__e,
12 O's of Mushrooms 2 pounds of Smoke,
3 Gal's of Dust Juice and a tank of L.S.D.
And a 1000 pills of every kind of Exstacy,
Hash, Ha-Sheesh, I bought a '62,
When I was younger with my crew,
I had them n____s sniffin' glue,
It's 40 cinnagrams to them trucker's and bammer's,
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm & Hammer,
I'm a Hustler, man I supply the fiends,
I'm a Hustler, n____ I'll sell you a dream...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n____ get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f**k ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine,
I'm a Bonafide Hustler, n____ get outta line I'll cut ya',
Me, I'm 'bout my paper It's f**k ya',
If you, play games with mine I'll come at you from behind,
With my nine, I'm a Bonafide Hustler...