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

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 my way around
But I got some soft that's sure to come back brown
I get that butter all
'Cause most niggaz don't know a from a bike
They keep buyin' white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and price
FYI, I never robbed in my life"

Or you find a chick, shit, you up in her crib and
Let her introduce you town like her man
Shake hands, make friends like it's all
Then they look up you sellin' the town cook-up
Or gorilla pimp, come up on that killer
a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still there

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

{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, at your boy
Whassup This Chris out the Young Guns dog

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

Talkin' 'bout chill, chill pay the bills
I feel that
I know you connected dog
Let me holla at real
Alight look, I got the perfect for you, hold on
Bleek, two}

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 cook find a bitch first
If you don't find a nigga who pitch first
You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's
get fresh, let 'em know you small change
The strong move quiet, the weak start
We you got a brick but sell 'em twenties 'til they tired

With no credit, you you sick with that gotta eat fetish
And other who gettin' it dead it
Make 'em an offer they can't refuse
He resists, box him in, 'til he 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 seem to be the problem boy?
Yo whattup, this murder def kill nigga
I got two
Yo your fuckin' mouth man
Fuck you mean my mouth nigga?
Been on hold for about two nigga
I don't give a fuck how long you been on the
Shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, on
I this nigga ain't just put, put me on hold man
This bullshit, ass elevator
Free, pick up five}

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

Nigga too close right around his place
(Yo!)
You stoppin' dough when we clutchin' the
I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this different from that
Make sure you got four-four and he can slip if he like
Young, Jon doin' a mission tonight and yo
Until you up stay away from dice and whores
Three smuts, two and a Dyke
Can pause one-three 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,
the number 'til you're stackin' balls
Tell you how to shit wet and package more
I take cash or write the out to F-R
Two E's, be two G's
And forget my I'm comin' for all your ki's, nigga

{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, at your boy dog
Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what
you stupid motherfucker
MDKHN, Watch your man
You talkin' all reckless on the
Fuck you think the,
Get hotline or somethin' motherfucker?
Yo, my bad man, my bad
I know I was talkin' reckless 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!}