Best Hustler Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

[Intro] 

It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once 

And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh? 

You gotta love it, cause it's real mayne 

This for everybody out there searchin for somethin 

Ain't 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 I'm here for a reason this was meant to be 

Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame 

I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game 

Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco 

'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat 

I put the Cali on the map my nigga 

And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars 

And most niggaz they'll bust under pressure 

Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya 

When you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin 

I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans 

They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid 

I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for these kids 

But, most niggaz'll still point the finger 

And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya 

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[Interlude] 

Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog 

I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, y'know? 

When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME 

I gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler 

But anybody think they can get rid of me 

Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me? 

And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me? 

[Master P] 

Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em 

You can't come from the radio or suburb and 

try 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 y'all niggaz know how I, love Atlanta 

But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and Alabama 

Mississippi, Louisiana, St. Louis - "Country Grammar" 

Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin Phantoms 

Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky 

Dem 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 

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[Interlude] 

And most of these youngsters, they forget where they came from 

If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit 

And then No Limit opened the doors for the rest of South so 

It's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement 

But it was real because it ain't like battlin on records man 

It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me? 

[Master P] 

I stole my first car, with a nigga named Herb 

If 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 

I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that abortion 

and put me in a can or even take me to the ocean 

Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers give up 

Man I'm 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 I'd 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 don't fuck with fakers 

[Outro] 

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm 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 don't see no nigga out there could top that or try 

But if you can my nigga and you do then that's cool too 

But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another nigga come up 

Or never forget where I came from my nigga 

That's what this about, this about teachin mayne 

Savin these kids, you know 

I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick 

This me man I ain't tryin to be the best rapper 

I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me? 

That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm '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?