[Verse 1]
Rule number one: Don't go against the grain
Rule number two: Give respect where respect due
Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names
The .45 will tear you out the frame
It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get a fucking thing
For me ain't nothin' changed, but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
Who peoples got plenty money, actin' like they ain't got bail
I feel for you n***as, gettin' shot while I'm sayin' this rhyme
Or n***as in the mess hall, gettin' chopped on chow lines
An old timer schooled me, said: "Don't burn bridges, my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo' ass gotta swim"
I watch the fifth melt a n***a on the sidewalk in New York
Me and shorty stood from afar and had a talk
He said "I told him if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his hand, it's still shakin' - he had a lot of nerve"

[Hook]
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
[Verse 2]
Yo, when the Feds come in the game, loyalty is limited
Hardcore n***as start actin' feminine
With the Feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke, you get ten, you'll damn near do nine
I hate a liar more than I hate a thief
A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality
The streets I know'em like my ABC's
Stay away from the D's and stack ya' cheese
Try to see three hundred G's 'fore you see 300 Z's
Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connects for key's
Your bitch is sexin' me, take me to ecstasy, once I nut
I don't want 'em next to me
If it's on, motherfucker, believe I'mma ride
I'm the type to swallow my blood 'fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my sweater read DKNY
Got grimy n***as runnin' with me from BKNY

[Hook]
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
[Verse 3]
They say I don't sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound?
I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down
See many men live, baby, and many men die
Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high
Here's a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same, friends always change
I learned quick that there's more than one way to skin a cat
You can get 'em in his face, dog, or down his back
All bullshit aside now, its time to be honest
I fear no man, for death is all that's promised
I got n***as standin' in line, waitin' to hear me spit
From '86 to '96 the game went from sugar to shit
This for you n***as in the background dyin' to shine
I hate you like fiends that ask me for a dime for nine
Ain't nothin' changed in the game, but faces and names
The state, the weight, the date and the jake

[Hook]
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler