Best Hustler

[Intro]Its the return of a living legend mayne;
I done did it once
And you aint never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause its real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Aint 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
Im here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
Im the Ghetto
Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like
Jose Cansecofore they steal raw cream that
I keep up in my
Saints coat
I put the
Cali on the map my nigga
And Ill never kiss radio or
TV ass, Ill go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz theyll bust under pressure
Dont matter how much money you got, policell still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and
Im reppin
New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
Im tryin to be here for these kids
But, most niggazll 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
Im not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga,
I gets paper , yknow?
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal,
ITS MEI gets my money!
Cause Im a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I aint goin nowhere til
Im done with this - you feel me?
And then Ima sic my son on yall, ya heard me?[Master P]
Real niggaz see through these fakers so its time to expose em
You cant 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 yall niggaz know how
I, love Atlanta
But its 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 wasnt, labels like
Rap-A-Lot, there wouldnt be no,
No LimitAnd then
No Limit opened the doors for the rest of
South soIts like, this whole 'Bout it Bout It' thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it aint like battlin onrecords man
Its about livin its about survivin its 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
Im 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 Im 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
Id 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 dont fuck with fakers[Outro]
Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but
Im 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 dont see no nigga out there could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then thats cool too
But Im not gon never disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget where
I came from my nigga
Thats what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you know
I aint battle rappin,
I aint sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man
I aint tryin to be the best rapper
Im tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me?
Thats my title my nigga if you gotta give me one,
Im 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?