[Fat Joe]. Uhh T.S.!. None better (Bronx niggaz uhh). Life of a hustler (ha-hah what'chu know about that?). Yo yo yo. Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies. Supplyin customers and keep it peace and just spendin they time. Pop another thug that's tryin to scream but they dimes. Hoppin all the clubs in town they don't need to wear shines. They got that energy confident and always aware. who's watchin them bitches on top of them they don't just be near. Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year. and just nod and stare and show no fear. Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you. They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial. If you a hustler I know you relate. Whether you home base or go out of state. This shit is real. and you better recognize when you see 'em these niggaz kill. A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels. So be creepin so it's real on the deal with the F-E-D. Some of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled. [Chorus: Armageddon]. Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubs. Everybody wanna be us wife beaters and flip drugs. We them hustlers - a little thug's role model. Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power. He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity. Get shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for police. Hustlers - yeah you know what the sparks done. You know where we evolve from you know when the heart's pump. Hustlin. [Fat Joe - overlapping end of Chorus]. Yo yo yo yo yo. See life a style now it's rappin how you push packs in large amounts. and never spend a day in life movin them cats about?. That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it cut it and lift it. From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith I took bricks and flip shit. Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lips. and gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggaz. And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone. What you think father born? Don't be caskets and clothes. C'mon y'all know niggaz slip speakin a joke. There go the dial tone click now you steamin with holes. Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down. Like a year from now when the bears get out. From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out. Make him a man show your heart when I tear it out. They say hustlin is the key to success and on that note. I can feed you niggaz for less I got madd coke. [Chorus]. [Fat Joe]. Yeah it's for all my hustlin niggaz. All my liquid dime niggaz. All my niggaz flippin bricks out there yeah. All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits. In the pourin rain tryna get your shit on. Smokin the C.I. in the rain y'know? (uh-huh). Cup of noodles in your hand. It's you nigga Joey Coco and I'm a hustler. [Chorus]