[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]