Hustlers (feat. The Game & Marsha Ambrosius) (Album Version|Explicit)

Hustlers (ハスラーズFEAT.ザ・ゲーム&マーシャ・アンブロシアス) (Album Version|Explicit) - Nas/The Game/Marsha Ambrosius
Yeah
Dre  he a Compton-Compton O G
Nas  he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm  like back in the day
Nas was the first New York **** rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
To sprinkle  a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Calico in Rio  stupid ****
Low-key  know G's  but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod  and watchin' fly **** with gray eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate  why  'Cause I can vision
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take  is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patrn  it's on heathens  The God's back
Hard body  Mr  Jones never leavin'
Hustlers  dealers  drop-top riders
Make that cake  cop two five fivers
Pimps and players  platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers  dealers  drop-top riders
Make that cake  cop two five fivers
Pimps and players  platinum diamonds
East to West coasting  oh yeah
He a Compton-Compton O G
Mix that with a QB-QB true G
What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks
West Coast kill the tracks  East Coast gunshots
He a Compton-Compton O G
Mix that with a QB-QB true G
What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks
West Coast kill the tracks  East Coast gun
1995  eleven years from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to make
'Illmati' on the top shelf
'The Chronic' on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
So **** it  I stole both  spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off 'Illmatic' and bumped that
For my **** it was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton **** with a 'New York State of Mind'
Inside the d**e house bottlin' up sherm  bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then so I waited my turn
Fast forward  now I'm makin' 'em burn
Ended my peers careers  hollered at Nas
A hard lesson was learned
So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin' with ****  'cause I'm 'Ether' to ****
Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
'If I Ruled the World' I summons all you weak rap **** to death
He a Compton-Compton O G
Mix that with a QB-QB true G
What you got's a **** of some different ghetto blocks
West Coast kill the tracks  East Coast gunshots
Yo  the Jordans sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin'
You a walkin' coffin'
The musket I tucked it  you bluff it I bust it
You're sideways talkin'  so I lay often
I wait patient  to duct tape hatin'
****  get bucked ****
Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars
You foolin' with Nas
That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane that 'Soul Plane' movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me  embalm me
Calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin'
See that's malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the Gatling on
And I start clappin'
Nasty man  from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops
To a mill' on the hand  a mill' on the watch
I'm **** with Doc
Hustlers  dealers  drop-top riders
Make that cake  cop two five fivers
Pimps and players  platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers  dealers  drop-top riders
Make that cake  cop two five fivers
Pimps and players  platinum diamonds
East to West Coast  oh yeah