Lyrics:

(Feat. Lil Wayne)

nigga, Ask About Me [x4]
im A Hustler, Im A, Im A Hustler Homie [x2]
nigga, Ask A, Nigga, Nigga, Ask About Me [x2]
im A Hustler, Im A, Im A Hustler Homie [x2]

[chamillionaire]
nah Man Im Not Blood Deep Or Crip Deep Or 6 Deep Or Clip Deep
how Deep This Deep, Nine Millie Clip Deep
with This Heat, A Body Builder Turn Into A Pipsqueak
they Turn To Vegetarians, They Dont Wanna End Up Mince Meat
youll See, Where The Mortuary Was At, I Know You Miss Me
snatch The Gat, Brrr-At! And Lyrically Wreck That Ass Officially
i See You Live In Fairytales, Niggas Better Switch Beefs
i Had A Tooth Fairy Choke His Ass Up Outa His Sleep
problem With Chamillionaire Do They Mention Any Names
hell No! You Scared Crow Try Your Best To Be Brave
got A Smith Wesson Bro, We Know That You Gon Behave
safety, Your Locksmith, Like You Could Get A Key Made
you All Up On The Thang Like Little Girls Turning Teenage
you Really A Bunch Of Hoes Like 6th Street At Texas Relays
ohio To Chicago, I Got Niggas In Them Pjs
bully, Skinny, But The Arms Strong Like You Was Bjs
i Hear These Rapping Niggas But Believe Im Not A Fan Of It
im Here To Rid The Rap Game Of All Its Contaminants
im Better Than The Average, I Want Her, I Can Have The Chick
doing The Same Pose As Paris Hilton In Them Camera Flicks (Haha)
the Mathematics Get Big Cause Im Demanding It
raping The Rap Game While These Other Suckers Is Romancing It
they Worried About Its Feelings, They Dont Wanna Take A Chance With It
kissing Up To The Game With Rose Petals And A Candle Lit Haha

im A Hustler, Im A, Im A Hustler [slowed Down]

[lil Wayne]
aaaaaay
im A Southern Boy, Therefore I Stunt
yall City Slickers, We Call It Country Dump
and Im Chilling Like A Villain Off A Killing
looking At The Ceilings Like Im A Get In For Realer
im A Get It Regardless, Hard As It Is
who Wants To Be A Millionaire Know How Im A Get A Million
and Im In The Pavilion
chilling With My Girl But I Dont Speak Sicilian
but We Both Count The Same As
long As When I Say Im With It, It Come Out The Same As
if I Wanna Win With It But Im Out The Game
yall Boys Trynna Get Me Killed... Huh
you Know The Feds Are My Biggest Fans
i Got To Watch What The Little Ones Saying, Man
they See My Momma And They Wanna Pull Her Over
cause She Aint Got No Number On The Back Of The Rover
and Yep - Im Locing
theres Cooler Ways To Die But Im Smoking
theres Cooler Ways To Ride But Im Soaring
might Do The Young G5 Or G4
ay, You Never Know, When Your Boy Might Touring
just Trynna Get Me Some Air On Mike Jordan
of This Whole Thing Right Here, Im Staring
yall Boys Just Appear, Im Here, The Tardis
so Applaud Him, Yeeeeah
chinky Eyes, Keep Faring
look Like Keith Moorer, Street Aura, Uh
still I Hustled In The Street Like He Poorer
run Up On Him You Sleep And Eat Aura
decent Christians, He Owes Momma, Those
gucci Seatbelts Will Look Better With The Barker
sit Up In My Office, You Need To Rebound
you Got A Box Out, Get Up Put A Baller On
im Right Back With Ya, Never Leave Ya Lonely
forget About Frank Momma, I Can Be Your Tony
weezy F. Baby Man...