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{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy
the problem shorty?
Yeah man
I'm the only nigga Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin' to lock the spot down, at me
Alright, hold on, Hova, line

a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way
But I got some soft white that's to come back brown
I get butter all night
'Cause most niggaz don't a brick from a bike
They keep buyin' white
And if you free night we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never been in my life"

Or you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her and
Let her you 'round town like her man
hands, make friends like it's all innocent
Then before they look up you the town cook-up
Or gorilla pimp, come up on that killer
Take a nigga brick, smack him, you sell it back to them
there Brooklyn?

Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma with that one
Make out a check for eight hundred
Jigga Man,

Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young dog

I'm ready to smash these in the rap game
The niggaz takin' too with that advance money and shit

Talkin' 'bout chill, chill pay the bills
Yeah I that
I know you well dog
Let me at somebody real
Alight look, I got the perfect for you, hold on
Bleek, line

Listen shorty, you wanna just give me the word
I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is
You find a strip first, if you don't cook a bitch first
If you don't find a nigga who pitch first
You new in town, no red and blue in town, gangs
Don't get fresh, let 'em know you change
The strong move quiet, the weak riots
We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties they tired

With no credit, you know you sick with that eat fetish
And niggaz who gettin' it dead it
Make 'em an that they can't refuse
He resists, box him in, he can't be moved
the rules, chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s
900-Hustler, you pass it
Wanna to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out

{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, holla at dog
What to be the problem young boy?
Yo whattup, this murder def homicide nigga
I got two
Yo your fuckin' mouth man
Fuck you mean my mouth nigga?
Been on hold for about two hours
I give a fuck how long you been on the line
Shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, on
I know this nigga ain't just put, put me on man
This bullshit, ass music
Free, pick up line

First first, watch what you say out your mouth
When you talkin' on the phone to
Never the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
When you sittin' in the of customers
Never hold out, pull out, throw and be out
If a nigga ever that he touchin' ya
Lay low, get cake, whip all the state
Stash dough, whip yay with, amount of bake
(Hoe!)

Nigga too close went right around his
(Yo!)
You stoppin' when we clutchin' the gats?
I know you "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that
Make sure you got your four-four and he can if he like
Young, Jon Benet doin' a mission and yo
Until you up stay away them dice and whores
smuts, two streaks and a Dyke
Can pause rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure

And if it's tight, then he might come for more
Nine and four, everyday and forth
Winter to summer,
Pass the 'til you're stackin' balls
Tell you how to weigh wet and package more
I take cash or the check out to F-R
Two E's, be two G's
And forget my money I'm for all your ki's, nigga

{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy dog
Yo young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened
you stupid motherfucker
MDKHN, Watch your man
You talkin' all reckless on the
Fuck you think the,
Get indicted hotline or motherfucker?
Yo, my bad man, my bad
I know I was reckless earlier about them two chickens
You get it, you know, two But listen

Just tell me how to move shit man
I'm hardly half a wing back nigga, holla
Get a job, at Purdue!}