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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 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 in town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I know my way around
But I got some soft white that's to come back brown
I get butter all night
'Cause most niggaz don't know a from a bike
They keep buyin' white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss
FYI, I never been in my life"

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

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

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

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

Talkin' chill, chill don't pay the bills
Yeah I that
I you well connected dog
Let me holla at real
Alight look, I got the perfect for you, hold on
Bleek, line

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

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

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

First things first, what you say out your mouth
When you on the phone to hustlers
Never play the house, think drought, heat in the couch
you sittin' in the presence of customers
Never hold out, out, throw heat and be out
If a nigga ever think that he ya
Lay low, get cake, all over 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 heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from
Make sure you got four-four and he can slip if he like
Young, Jon Benet doin' a mission and yo
Until you up stay away from them dice and
Three smuts, two and a Dyke
Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a for sure

And if it's tight, then he might come for more
Nine and four, back and forth
to summer, 1-900-Hustler
Pass the number 'til stackin' balls
Tell you how to shit wet and package more
I take cash or the check out to F-R
Two E's, be two G's
And my money 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 happened
Yeah you motherfucker
MDKHN, Watch mouth man
You all reckless on the phone
Fuck you this the,
Get indicted 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 chickens? But

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