الأغاني:
T Ice New Jack Hustler

And everyday beggers And all my hood hustlers who know where we headin' Repeat 2x Verse three: sonsee Its all about the $50,000 cars Dice games and ice

say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello We won't stop for you bastards Must choose (?), chop it and bag

tell him that his album sucks But what he don't know ain't gone hurt him though So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet And he shouldn't buy it or

it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin Just bought a new

mothafucking swamp, we down there hustling bitch -Rolling on triple gold -But niggas don't give a fuck about none of ya niggas -That ain't real, that ain't

strapped with my plastic glock Me an my bitch, we be hella tight Fit in the palm of my hand But I ain' t trustin a nigga tonight I ain't walkin out the

drug ring can't put it on yah finger I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just linger I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis stringer Off ice, but on ice

was wearing blue But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick But what he don't know ain't gone hurt him

in the parking lot But I still got my glock cocked New money mothafucka, don't ya see the big dot? Don't see the big chain? Don't ya see the big rims