The State Property CD is labeled with just Beanie Sigel and
Sparks being on Why must I. But Oschino is also on the track.
[Beanie Sigel]
Eh, Please believe it
Believe this shit
Mack Mittens in the spot
Eh, The crack rhyme king, you know
Why must I be like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
(Nigga) The hustler in me
Verse 1
[Beanie Sigel]
Poison em` all (Fuck em`)
I know that sounds like the words of a bastard
But Polly need crackers
And daddy`s son need pampers
I gave ya`ll The Truth and The Reason
I can`t give you the answers (Nope)
I try to do the right thing
But I swear by god
I`m not Spike Lee, I skip my school days (Fuck it)
I ran with old heads (old heads)
In 89, who push 98`s
Blue haze through deuce treys
Do what I been, I been through, through it again
I seen the streets tame boys, turn few to men
While you was in the house playing Nintendo (Nintendo)
On ya back pads on ya Dyno doing indo (indo)
Shit, I was in the house smoking indo (indo)
Serving smokers off the back ledge through the window (window)
How many, How many, smoke em` get skinny
Got em` short, got em` tall
Got plenty for all y`all now (c`mon)
Chorus
[Sparks and Beanie Sigel]
Why must I feel like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
The hustler in me
Why must I feel like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
The hustler in me
Verse 2
[Oschino]
Why must I push the crack
I was forced into it
I was going through it pushin` that Buick
It wasn`t all good a week ago (eh ah)
Shit been bad for a while
I was forced to put that crack in the vile (You know it)
Pockets was low, mind wasn`t right
So I had to play the corner with the nine every night
So I crushed competition
Killed the drama
Sold goods like Excedrin
Syrup like Aunt Jemima
Money was coming, niggas was hatin`
Send bullets through they fame till they Harlem shakin`
Treated crack like rap
And I move them units
And the way I tuck paper niggas thought I was Jewish
Had the fiends snortin` blow like the K-9 unit
And I finally got that paper to park that Buick
Got the aero dynamic Benz wagon
So carefully crafted
When I pulled on the block I just smashed it
Chorus
[Sparks and Beanie Sigel]
Why must I feel like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
The hustler in me
Why must I feel like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me (I`m a hustler Nigga!)
The hustler in me
Verse 3
[Sparks]
Omilio, Omilio wooo
I talk greazy to pricks like
One yourself scrapper
I`m king Willie, stay the fuck off my strip (eh huh)
Or have ya guys get hit
Clash the position, I`m stuck in the kitchen
Whippin` it, ghetto D to the oil
Got the dope fiends rushin`
Drawing attention, scarring the workers
Got em, Ready to quit the game
So I`m doing the game like
Keep your eyes open youngin`
And tell them fiends I said no short, no change
And I`m payin` em weekly
And I`m payin` silly
You pay em` Friday you won`t see em` for the rest of the weekend
Watching the block
Cause some like to skim off the top
Mixing they little caps in with my rock
Ungrateful motherfuckers end up gettin` clap by the cops
Tryin` to slow up the money spot
(I`m a hustler baby, I`m a hustler baby)
And why must I, now why ask why
Chorus x2
[Sparks and Beanie Sigel]
Why must I feel like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
The hustler in me
Why must I feel like that
Why must I push the crack
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me
It ain`t nothing but the hustler in me (I`m a hustler Nigga!)
The hustler in me
