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{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy
What's the problem
whattup man
I'm the nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin' to lock the spot down, at me
Alright, on, Hova, line one}

Here's a couple of of how you could finesse it
You a dude 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 that's sure to come back brown
I get butter all night
'Cause most niggaz know a brick from a bike
keep buyin' hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss
FYI, I been robbed 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 friends like it's all
Then before they look up you sellin' the cook-up
Or gorilla pimp, up on that killer shit
Take a brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still Brooklyn?

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

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

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

Talkin' 'bout chill, chill don't pay the
Yeah I that
I you well connected dog
Let me holla at somebody
Alight look, I got the person for you, hold on
Bleek, two}

Listen shorty, you wanna roll give me the word
I ain't got time for a all that shit is absurd
You find a strip first, if you don't find a bitch first
If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch
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 start
We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties 'til tired

With no credit, you know you sick with gotta eat fetish
And niggaz who gettin' it dead it
Make 'em an offer that they can't
He resists, box him in, he can't be moved
Here's the rules, chop it, bag it, it, stack it
Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s
900-Hustler, you pass it
Wanna speak to me direct, hit 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 watch your mouth man
you mean watch my mouth nigga?
Been on hold for two hours nigga
I don't give a how long you been on the line
Shut the up! Matter of fact, hold on
I know nigga ain't just put, put me on hold man
bullshit, ass elevator music
Free, pick up line

First things first, watch what you say out your
When you on the phone to hustlers
play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
When you sittin' in the presence of
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 around his place
(Yo!)
You stoppin' dough when we clutchin' the
I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't from that
Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he
Young, Jon Benet doin' a tonight and yo
you up stay away from them dice and whores
Three smuts, two streaks and a
Can one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure

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

{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 about two chickens
You get it, you know, two chickens? But

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