New Jack Hustler Lyrics & Chords By Body Count

This one goes out to my New York crew You know who the fuck you are You all are hustlers Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth, and spray till every brutha's gone Got my...read more

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long, Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop. Move...read more