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{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at boy
What's the problem
whattup man
I'm the only nigga Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin' to 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 white sure to come back brown
I get that all night
'Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a
They keep hard white
And if you free tomorrow we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never robbed in my life"

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

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

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

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

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

Listen shorty, you roll just 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 cook find a 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 you small change
The move quiet, the weak start riots
We know you got a brick but 'em twenties 'til they tired

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

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

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

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

And if tight, then he might come back for more
Nine and four, back and forth
Winter to summer,
the number 'til you're stackin' balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package
I cash or write 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 whattup young, you put me on hold man what happened
you stupid motherfucker
MDKHN, Watch your man
You all reckless on the phone
Fuck you this the,
Get indicted hotline or somethin'
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 me how to move this shit man
I'm pushin' hardly a wing back nigga, holla
Get a job, at Purdue!}