(feat. Oschino And Sparks)



[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