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

Here's a of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a short
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way
But I got some soft white sure to come back brown
I get butter all night
'Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a
They buyin' hard 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 up in her crib and
Let her you 'round town like her man
Shake hands, make like it's all innocent
Then before they look up you sellin' the cook-up
Or pimp, come up on that killer shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you it back to them
Still Brooklyn?

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

{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy
Whassup Sig? This out the Young Guns dog

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

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

shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word
I ain't got time for a sentence all shit is absurd
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, gangs
get fresh, let 'em know you small change
The move quiet, the weak start riots
We know you got a but sell 'em twenties 'til they tired

With no credit, you know you with that gotta eat fetish
And niggaz who gettin' it dead it
Make 'em an offer that they refuse
He resists, box him in, 'til he be moved
Here's the rules, it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s
900-Hustler, you it around
Wanna to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out

Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog
What seem to be the young boy?
Yo whattup, this murder def kill homicide
I got two
Yo watch your fuckin' man
Fuck you mean watch my nigga?
on hold for about two hours nigga
I give a fuck how long you been on the line
the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on
I this nigga ain't just put, put me on hold man
bullshit, ass elevator music
Free, up line five}

First first, watch what you say out your mouth
When you on the phone to hustlers
play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
When you in the presence 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 over the
Stash dough, whip yay with, amount of bake
(Hoe!)

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

And if it's tight, then he come back for more
Nine and four, everyday and forth
Winter to summer,
Pass the 'til you're stackin' balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package
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
Yeah you motherfucker
MDKHN, your mouth man
You all reckless on the phone
Fuck you this the,
Get hotline or somethin' motherfucker?
Yo, my bad man, my bad
I know I was talkin' reckless earlier them two chickens
You get it, you know, two But listen

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