Notorious B.I.G Hustler's Story (Feat. Akon) Lyrics
            [Notorious B.I.G.]
            n____z talkin' it but ain't livin' it
            Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard s___
            'Gator trunks b____, rollin' blunts with the w______t of the w____
            Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
            Stories like a m_________er
            Model b____es wondering if I'm a f___ with her
            She know I treats my b____es like Ivana
            Dolce and Gabana dippin'
            Big Poppa never slippin'
            H-class diamonds shinin'
            Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
            Smoking cigars in Bogota
            With Colombian n____s named Panama
            And Englique and s___
            Games we play life endin'
            b____es bending over with ease
            For a pair of Moschino jeans
            And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
            Singles on top
            Benjamins
            Under the rest of 'em
            Advancin'
            From duplex to mansion
            Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
            VCR's in my V's
            Game elevates, money I make
            Gets your stocks and real estates, b____
            Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
            Discusing plans with my mans
            Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
            That leaves your rear views tremblin'
            What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
            Drop to your knees and show gratitude
            Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
            b____ is devoted, take my d___ and deep throat it
        
            [Chorus: Akon]
            Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
            Looking for this hour glass of time
            Trying to find my purpose on this grand design
            Is there anybody out there living?
            4-5-6 is on the streets, they shootin
            Is there any money out there for me?
            You just listen to this husler's story
        
            [Big Gee]
            Picture me, a product of these
            Scared lost, don't know what I'm suppose to be
            s___ cost, money never came to me
            When s___ short, I suffered unshamelously
            The lord humble n____z 'specially if they act like
            They too big for they draw when they stacks right
            Think I'm bullshittin? A bunch of n____z back like
            Right back hungry, stacks gone, they forgot price
            I know a n____ sold his soul for a nickel rock
            I know some hold for the 'dro, we can't hit the cop
            I know a n____ workin 9-5
            Been on 15 years, ain't got a car to drive
            I know some n____ wanna act hard, flicks pitch
            Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed
            Got kin folk backyard big whips
            Escart that lift my homeboy this year
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Akon]
            Akon
            While B.I.G. sittin up with Englique
            I'm on the coastline politican wit Jose
            We got the birds flyin in the coupe all day
            Tryin to find a new way to smugglin pure yay'
            We bout our business, ain't know small time fees
            If you ain't growin the 'caine then we ain't gon' meet
            See I'm the one when things get deep
            And my Africans will put yo' main man to sleep, now
            And Mexico far from the block
            Tryin to figure out how many glocks to a box, now
            Sellin arms as well as rocks in my socks
            If you could show me the money, here's the ki's to the lock, now
            Hey, you know the streets is my territory
            Ain't scared of nothin, let you fear it for me
            Hey, whether win, lose or draw
            Believe that death is waitin for all
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Scarface]
            Face Mob in the buildin (Uh huh)
            n____z is quick to chop rocks and hot hands
            Make a break for it, get away for it, that was the plan (but)
            So the whole time, I been plottin on his man
            Caught him slippin and sleepin, I hit his a__ wit the can, and
            Here's somethin that you can't understand
            How can one be so cold and s_____ a n____'s soul? (d___)
            I'm on some get back s___, there comes a time
            In every man's mind when it's deeper than dollar signs
            I been on the grind, got homies doin time
            Behind n____z actin like b____es and b____es droppin dimes
            I'm duckin indicters, p____ just wet and wise
            n____z just ain't tellin, no, they know we let it slide
            But nah, we gotta ride and we gotta die
            So if you catch up to his a__ before I catch him, give him mine
            The rats one thing a real n____ here dispise
            I'm a five K one killa, I set his a__ on fire
        
            [Chorus]
        
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