why must i

eh

please believe it

believe this shit

mack mittens in the spot

eh

the crack rhyme king

you know

why must i be like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me

poison em' all

i know that sounds like the words of a bastard

but polly need crackers

and daddy's son need pampers

i gave ya'll the truth and the reason

i can't give you the answers

i try to do the right thing

but i swear by god

i'm not spike lee

i skip my school days

i ran with old heads

in 89

who push 98's

blue haze through deuce treys

do what i been

i been through

through it again

i seen the streets tame boys

turn few to men

while you was in the house playing nintendo

on ya back pads on ya dyno doing indo

shit

i was in the house smoking indo

serving smokers off the back ledge through the window

how many

how many

smoke em' get skinny

got em' short

got em' tall

got plenty for all y'all now

why must i feel like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me

why must i feel like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me

why must i push the crack

i was forced into it

i was going through it pushin' that buick

it wasn't all good a week ago

shit been bad for a while

i was forced to put that crack in the vile

pockets was low

mind wasn't right

so i had to play the corner with the nine every night

so i crushed competition

killed the drama

sold goods like excedrin

syrup like aunt jemima

money was coming

niggas was hatin'

send bullets through they fame till they harlem shakin'

treated crack like rap

and i move them units

and the way i tuck paper niggas thought i was jewish

had the fiends snortin' blow like the k-9 unit

and i finally got that paper to park that buick

got the aero dynamic benz wagon

so carefully crafted

when i pulled on the block i just smashed it

why must i feel like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me

why must i feel like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me

omilio

omilio wooo

i talk greazy to pricks like

one yourself scrapper

i'm king willie

stay the fuck off my strip

or have ya guys get hit

clash the position

i'm stuck in the kitchen

whippin' it

ghetto d to the oil

got the dope fiends rushin'

drawing attention

scarring the workers

got em

ready to quit the game

so i'm doing the game like

keep your eyes open youngin'

and tell them fiends i said no short

no change

and i'm payin' em weekly

and i'm payin' silly

you pay em' friday you won't see em' for the rest of the weekend

watching the block

cause some like to skim off the top

mixing they little caps in with my rock

ungrateful motherfuckers end up gettin' clap by the cops

tryin' to slow up the money spot

and why must i

now why ask why

why must i feel like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me

why must i feel like that

why must i push the crack

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

it ain't nothing but the hustler in me

the hustler in me