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diamonds shining, dinner with wifey whining, dining\nSmokin cigars and bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\nGames we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\nI got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\nBenjamins under the rest of them\nAdvancing from duplex 2 mansion\nStaching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\nGame on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\nTrip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\nDark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\nDrop 2 your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\nEternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\nLookin for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the 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bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\nGames we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\nI got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\nBenjamins under the rest of them\nAdvancing from duplex 2 mansion\nStaching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\nGame on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\nTrip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\nDark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\nDrop 2 your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\nEternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\nLookin for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin\nIs there any money out ther for me\nU just listen 2 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I.G. yeah\n\nNiggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it\nCristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit\nGator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie\nHitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker\n\nModel bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her\nShe knows I treat my bitches like gavana\nDolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'\nH-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'\n\nSmokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's\nNamed Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'\nBitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans\n\nDonna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?\nBenjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion\nStashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins\nGame elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch\nJet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man\n\nDark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude\nDrop to your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring, it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nPicture me, a product of the zone three\nScareless, don't know what I am supposed to be\nShit 'cause, money never came to me\nWhen shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly\n\nThe Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like\nThey too big for they draws when they stacks right\nThink I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like\nRight back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price\n\nI know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock\nI know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock\nI know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it\nFifteen years ain't got a car to drive\n\nI know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch\nFake jack boys, can't rob, get killed\nGot kinfolk back yard big whips\nThat's got to lift my homeboys this year\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nAkon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique\nI'm on the coastline politician' with Jose\nWe got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day\nTryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay\n\nWe 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs\nIf you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet\nSee, I am the one to call when things get deep\nAnd my Africans will put your main man to sleep\n\nNow, in Mexico far from the block\nTryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box\nNow, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks\nIf you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock\n\nNow, yeah, you know the streets is my territory\nAin't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me\nYeah, whether win, lose or draw\nBelieve the death is waiting for all\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nNigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands\nMake a break for it, get away from it\nThat was the plan but\n\nThe whole time I've been plotting on this man\nCaught him slipping and sleepin'\nI hit his ass with the cane\nHere's something that you can't understand\nHow can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down\n\nI am on some get back shit, there comes a time\nIn every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs\nI been on the grind, got homies doing time\nBehind niggas actin' like bitches andbitches droppin' dimes\n\nDuckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise\nNiggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed\nBut nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die\nSo you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine\nBut that's one thing the real nigga here despise\nI'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Story\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G. feat. 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I.G. yeah\n\n  Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it\n  Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit\n  Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie\n  Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker\n\n  Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her\n  She knows I treat my bitches like gavana\n  Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'\n  H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'\n\n  Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's\n  Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'\n  Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans\n\n  Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?\n  Benjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion\n  Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins\n  Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch\n  Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man\n\n  Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims\n  And a system that leave my rear views trembling\n  Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude\n  Drop to your knees and show gratitude\n  Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing\n  I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Picture me, a product of the zone three\n  Scareless, don't know what I am supposed to be\n  Shit 'cause, money never came to me\n  When shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly\n\n  The Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like\n  They too big for they draws when they stacks right\n  Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like\n  Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price\n\n  I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock\n  I know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock\n  I know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it\n  Fifteen years ain't got a car to drive\n\n  I know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch\n  Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed\n  Got kinfolk back yard big whips\n  That's got to lift my homeboys this year\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique\n  I'm on the coastline politician' with Jose\n  We got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day\n  Tryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay\n\n  We 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs\n  If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet\n  See, I am the one to call when things get deep\n  And my Africans will put your main man to sleep\n\n  Now, in Mexico far from the block\n  Tryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box\n  Now, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks\n  If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock\n\n  Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory\n  Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me\n  Yeah, whether win, lose or draw\n  Believe the death is waiting for all\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands\n  Make a break for it, get away from it\n  That was the plan but\n\n  The whole time I've been plotting on this man\n  Caught him slipping and sleepin'\n  I hit his ass with the cane\n  Here's something that you can't understand\n  How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down\n\n  I am on some get back shit, there comes a time\n  In every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs\n  I been on the grind, got homies doing time\n  Behind niggas actin' like bitches andbitches droppin' dimes\n\n  Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise\n  Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed\n  But nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die\n  So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine\n  But that's one thing the real nigga here despise\n  I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n"},{"id":37553689,"name":"Hustler's Story (feat. 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I.G. yeah\n\nNiggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it\nCristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit\nGator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie\nHitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker\n\nModel bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her\nShe knows I treat my bitches like gavana\nDolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'\nH-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'\n\nSmokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's\nNamed Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'\nBitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans\n\nDonna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?\nBenjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion\nStashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins\nGame elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch\nJet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man\n\nDark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude\nDrop to your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring, it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nPicture me, a product of the zone three\nScareless, don't know what I am supposed to be\nShit 'cause, money never came to me\nWhen shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly\n\nThe Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like\nThey too big for they draws when they stacks right\nThink I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like\nRight back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price\n\nI know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock\nI know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock\nI know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it\nFifteen years ain't got a car to drive\n\nI know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch\nFake jack boys, can't rob, get killed\nGot kinfolk back yard big whips\nThat's got to lift my homeboys this year\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nAkon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique\nI'm on the coastline politician' with Jose\nWe got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day\nTryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay\n\nWe 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs\nIf you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet\nSee, I am the one to call when things get deep\nAnd my Africans will put your main man to sleep\n\nNow, in Mexico far from the block\nTryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box\nNow, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks\nIf you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock\n\nNow, yeah, you know the streets is my territory\nAin't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me\nYeah, whether win, lose or draw\nBelieve the death is waiting for all\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nNigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands\nMake a break for it, get away from it\nThat was the plan but\n\nThe whole time I've been plotting on this man\nCaught him slipping and sleepin'\nI hit his ass with the cane\nHere's something that you can't understand\nHow can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down\n\nI am on some get back shit, there comes a time\nIn every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs\nI been on the grind, got homies doing time\nBehind niggas actin' like bitches andbitches droppin' dimes\n\nDuckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise\nNiggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed\nBut nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die\nSo you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine\nBut that's one thing the real nigga here despise\nI'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Story (feat. Scarface)\n  artist: Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Duets - The Final Chapter\n  duration_ms: 346992\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Akon and B. I.G. yeah\n\n  Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it\n  Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit\n  Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie\n  Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker\n\n  Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her\n  She knows I treat my bitches like gavana\n  Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'\n  H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'\n\n  Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's\n  Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'\n  Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans\n\n  Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?\n  Benjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion\n  Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins\n  Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch\n  Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man\n\n  Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims\n  And a system that leave my rear views trembling\n  Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude\n  Drop to your knees and show gratitude\n  Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing\n  I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Picture me, a product of the zone three\n  Scareless, don't know what I am supposed to be\n  Shit 'cause, money never came to me\n  When shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly\n\n  The Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like\n  They too big for they draws when they stacks right\n  Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like\n  Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price\n\n  I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock\n  I know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock\n  I know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it\n  Fifteen years ain't got a car to drive\n\n  I know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch\n  Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed\n  Got kinfolk back yard big whips\n  That's got to lift my homeboys this year\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique\n  I'm on the coastline politician' with Jose\n  We got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day\n  Tryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay\n\n  We 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs\n  If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet\n  See, I am the one to call when things get deep\n  And my Africans will put your main man to sleep\n\n  Now, in Mexico far from the block\n  Tryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box\n  Now, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks\n  If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock\n\n  Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory\n  Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me\n  Yeah, whether win, lose or draw\n  Believe the death is waiting for all\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands\n  Make a break for it, get away from it\n  That was the plan but\n\n  The whole time I've been plotting on this man\n  Caught him slipping and sleepin'\n  I hit his ass with the cane\n  Here's something that you can't understand\n  How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down\n\n  I am on some get back shit, there comes a time\n  In every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs\n  I been on the grind, got homies doing time\n  Behind niggas actin' like bitches andbitches droppin' dimes\n\n  Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise\n  Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed\n  But nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die\n  So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine\n  But that's one thing the real nigga here despise\n  I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n"},{"id":23653053,"name":"Hustler's Story (Ft. 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Scarface\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: 'Duets: The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 347382\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Akon... and B-I-G\n  Niggaz talkin but aint livin it\n  Cristyle pac I'm sippin it\n  Mobb hats and lizard shit\n  Gator talks bitch, rollin blunts wit the wheelist of da wheelies\n  Hitch link cop, on 1s and nine millis, stories like a motherfucker\n  Model bitchs wonderin if I'ma fuck wit her, she noe I treat my bitches like gavana\n  Dolce and gabana drippin, big poppa neva slippin\n  H class diamonds shining, dinner with wifey whining, dining\n  Smokin cigars and bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\n  Games we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\n  I got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\n  Benjamins under the rest of them\n  Advancing from duplex 2 mansion\n  Staching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\n  Game on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\n  Trip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\n  Dark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\n  And a system that leave my rear views trembling\n  Whatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\n  Drop 2 your knees and show gratitude\n  Kiss my ring it's a frank white thing\n  I stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\n  Eternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin\n  Is there any money out ther for me\n  U just listen 2 this hustler's story\n"},{"id":28806506,"name":"Hustler's Story (Feat. 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I.G. yeah\n\nNiggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it\nCristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit\nGator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie\nHitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker\n\nModel bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her\nShe knows I treat my bitches like gavana\nDolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'\nH-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'\n\nSmokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's\nNamed Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'\nBitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans\n\nDonna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?\nBenjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion\nStashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins\nGame elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch\nJet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man\n\nDark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude\nDrop to your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring, it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nPicture me, a product of the zone three\nScareless, don't know what I am supposed to be\nShit 'cause, money never came to me\nWhen shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly\n\nThe Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like\nThey too big for they draws when they stacks right\nThink I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like\nRight back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price\n\nI know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock\nI know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock\nI know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it\nFifteen years ain't got a car to drive\n\nI know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch\nFake jack boys, can't rob, get killed\nGot kinfolk back yard big whips\nThat's got to lift my homeboys this year\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nAkon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique\nI'm on the coastline politician' with Jose\nWe got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day\nTryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay\n\nWe 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs\nIf you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet\nSee, I am the one to call when things get deep\nAnd my Africans will put your main man to sleep\n\nNow, in Mexico far from the block\nTryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box\nNow, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks\nIf you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock\n\nNow, yeah, you know the streets is my territory\nAin't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me\nYeah, whether win, lose or draw\nBelieve the death is waiting for all\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story\n\nNigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands\nMake a break for it, get away from it\nThat was the plan but\n\nThe whole time I've been plotting on this man\nCaught him slipping and sleepin'\nI hit his ass with the cane\nHere's something that you can't understand\nHow can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down\n\nI am on some get back shit, there comes a time\nIn every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs\nI been on the grind, got homies doing time\nBehind niggas actin' like bitches andbitches droppin' dimes\n\nDuckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise\nNiggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed\nBut nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die\nSo you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine\nBut that's one thing the real nigga here despise\nI'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire\n\nEternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\nLookin' for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\nIs there any money out there for me?\nYou just listen to this hustler's story","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Story (Feat. Scarface\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Duets - The Final Chapter\n  duration_ms: 347000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Akon and B. I.G. yeah\n\n  Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it\n  Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit\n  Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie\n  Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker\n\n  Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her\n  She knows I treat my bitches like gavana\n  Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'\n  H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'\n\n  Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian nigga's\n  Named Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'\n  Bitches bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans\n\n  Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say who's on top?\n  Benjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion\n  Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins\n  Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch\n  Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man\n\n  Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims\n  And a system that leave my rear views trembling\n  Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude\n  Drop to your knees and show gratitude\n  Kiss my ring, it's a frank white thing\n  I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Picture me, a product of the zone three\n  Scareless, don't know what I am supposed to be\n  Shit 'cause, money never came to me\n  When shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly\n\n  The Lord humble nigga's especially if they act like\n  They too big for they draws when they stacks right\n  Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like\n  Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price\n\n  I know a nigga sold his soul for a nickel rock\n  I know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock\n  I know a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it\n  Fifteen years ain't got a car to drive\n\n  I know some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch\n  Fake jack boys, can't rob, get killed\n  Got kinfolk back yard big whips\n  That's got to lift my homeboys this year\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up with Enrique\n  I'm on the coastline politician' with Jose\n  We got the birds flyin' in the Coupe all day\n  Tryin' to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay\n\n  We 'bout our business, ain't no small time thiefs\n  If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna meet\n  See, I am the one to call when things get deep\n  And my Africans will put your main man to sleep\n\n  Now, in Mexico far from the block\n  Tryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box\n  Now, sellin' arms is what has rocks in my socks\n  If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the lock\n\n  Now, yeah, you know the streets is my territory\n  Ain't scared of nothing, let you fear it for me\n  Yeah, whether win, lose or draw\n  Believe the death is waiting for all\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n\n  Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide hands\n  Make a break for it, get away from it\n  That was the plan but\n\n  The whole time I've been plotting on this man\n  Caught him slipping and sleepin'\n  I hit his ass with the cane\n  Here's something that you can't understand\n  How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so down\n\n  I am on some get back shit, there comes a time\n  In every mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs\n  I been on the grind, got homies doing time\n  Behind niggas actin' like bitches andbitches droppin' dimes\n\n  Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise\n  Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed\n  But nothin', we gotta ride and and we gotta die\n  So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine\n  But that's one thing the real nigga here despise\n  I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on fire\n\n  Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin' for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin'\n  Is there any money out there for me?\n  You just listen to this hustler's story\n"},{"id":7957233,"name":"Hustler's Story","trackName":"Hustler's Story","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G./Scarface/Akon/Big Gee","albumName":"Duets - The Final Chapter","duration":347.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Akon... and B-I-G\nNiggaz talkin but aint livin it\nCristyle pac I'm sippin it\nMobb hats and lizard shit\nGator talks bitch, rollin blunts wit the wheelist of da wheelies\nHitch link cop, on 1s and nine millis, stories like a motherfucker\nModel bitchs wonderin if I'ma fuck wit her, she noe I treat my bitches like gavana\nDolce and gabana drippin, big poppa neva slippin\nH class diamonds shining, dinner with wifey whining, dining\nSmokin cigars and bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\nGames we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\nI got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\nBenjamins under the rest of them\nAdvancing from duplex 2 mansion\nStaching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\nGame on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\nTrip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\nDark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\nDrop 2 your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\nEternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\nLookin for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin\nIs there any money out ther for me\nU just listen 2 this hustler's story","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustler's Story\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G./Scarface/Akon/Big Gee\n  album: Duets - The Final Chapter\n  duration_ms: 347000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Akon... and B-I-G\n  Niggaz talkin but aint livin it\n  Cristyle pac I'm sippin it\n  Mobb hats and lizard shit\n  Gator talks bitch, rollin blunts wit the wheelist of da wheelies\n  Hitch link cop, on 1s and nine millis, stories like a motherfucker\n  Model bitchs wonderin if I'ma fuck wit her, she noe I treat my bitches like gavana\n  Dolce and gabana drippin, big poppa neva slippin\n  H class diamonds shining, dinner with wifey whining, dining\n  Smokin cigars and bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\n  Games we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\n  I got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\n  Benjamins under the rest of them\n  Advancing from duplex 2 mansion\n  Staching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\n  Game on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\n  Trip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\n  Dark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\n  And a system that leave my rear views trembling\n  Whatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\n  Drop 2 your knees and show gratitude\n  Kiss my ring it's a frank white thing\n  I stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\n  Eternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin\n  Is there any money out ther for me\n  U just listen 2 this hustler's story\n"},{"id":12674468,"name":"14 Hustler's Story","trackName":"14 Hustler's Story","artistName":"Akon/Scarface/The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Duets: The Final Chapter","duration":347.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Akon... and B-I-G\nNiggaz talkin but aint livin it\nCristyle pac I'm sippin it\nMobb hats and lizard shit\nGator talks bitch, rollin blunts wit the wheelist of da wheelies\nHitch link cop, on 1s and nine millis, stories like a motherfucker\nModel bitchs wonderin if I'ma fuck wit her, she noe I treat my bitches like gavana\nDolce and gabana drippin, big poppa neva slippin\nH class diamonds shining, dinner with wifey whining, dining\nSmokin cigars and bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\nGames we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\nI got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\nBenjamins under the rest of them\nAdvancing from duplex 2 mansion\nStaching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\nGame on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\nTrip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\nDark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\nAnd a system that leave my rear views trembling\nWhatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\nDrop 2 your knees and show gratitude\nKiss my ring it's a frank white thing\nI stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\nEternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\nLookin for this hour glass of time\nTryna find my purpose on this grand design\nIs there anybody out there living\n4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin\nIs there any money out ther for me\nU just listen 2 this hustler's story","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 14 Hustler's Story\n  artist: Akon/Scarface/The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: 'Duets: The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 347000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Akon... and B-I-G\n  Niggaz talkin but aint livin it\n  Cristyle pac I'm sippin it\n  Mobb hats and lizard shit\n  Gator talks bitch, rollin blunts wit the wheelist of da wheelies\n  Hitch link cop, on 1s and nine millis, stories like a motherfucker\n  Model bitchs wonderin if I'ma fuck wit her, she noe I treat my bitches like gavana\n  Dolce and gabana drippin, big poppa neva slippin\n  H class diamonds shining, dinner with wifey whining, dining\n  Smokin cigars and bolbatar with columbian niggas named panama and engrigay and shit\n  Games we play life envy, bitches need 2 ova with ease 4 a pam of skinote jeans\n  I got my carrot tank top I got your banked stopped, sofa's on top\n  Benjamins under the rest of them\n  Advancing from duplex 2 mansion\n  Staching keys, hiding g's ova seas, vcr's in my beat\n  Game on my, money I make into stocks and real estate bitch\n  Trip skiing in the caribean, white sand discusing plans with my man,\n  Dark blue land, smoke tint, crome rims\n  And a system that leave my rear views trembling\n  Whatchu gone do wen poppa catch your attitude,\n  Drop 2 your knees and show gratitude\n  Kiss my ring it's a frank white thing\n  I stay potent, bitches devoted take my dick and deep throat it\n  Eternal sunshine, in this elevated world of mine\n  Lookin for this hour glass of time\n  Tryna find my purpose on this grand design\n  Is there anybody out there living\n  4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin\n  Is there any money out ther for me\n  U just listen 2 this hustler's story\n"}]