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Everybody out wanna be hustlers, man
Buit they dont have any idea what I to do
I to do anything imaginable
A nigga like me was to go to jail
So I'd use my brain and think up the most outlandish shit
Shit niggas would never do, I used to get
Now these niggas out here just be out here queer
Man these got it all backwards
I'm gonna show 'em how I to do it

A lotta people wanna what we do on my block
But we do we do cause we ain't got a lot
And you might get shot if your not watched
Casue dudes walk around with hand cannons in crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like
With the top notch that can cook clean rocks
See times is too for us to ever go soft
So the doc got me on prescription strength
So I can deal the stress and I won't go off
But I'm on top, stop 'til the microphone drop
Rollin' four in the Cut like, what?
Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get this boss
We don't do cause my dudes ain't show offs
Tryin' to it low so we don't see no cops
blow up, but I don't wanna go pop
Gotta blow up cause I can't let this stop

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be and have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that ain't motherfucker
Roll not to be and have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me, and don't play me homie

I used to insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the and make 'em flip for a dollar a sack
before juinor high I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a a piece down by the track
And I sold crack, did aluminum cans
to get laughed at by you and your mans
But I never let it get, stay true to my
I it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery store parking lot, like can I help you
To the car with bags, used to run that old drag
For a itty tip, maybe a quarter or more
And when I wasn't doing I was knocking at your door
Like, "May I to the head of the household?"
give you the speech on how buying this candys keeping me out the

Cheap dirt hustles, no glorious tales, but it did my black ass from
to jail
And I'm a

(Hustler!)
You'll never a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me, and play with me homie

(Hustler!)
You'll never a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie

I can make a dollar out a dime when I out a rhyme
From the school of knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, the quality was fine
But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, static
But for three plus two, them shits like magic
That's five well spent for true hip-hop
And once they're friends heard it, then all had to have it
So I took it on the with little to no baggage
Just some draws and casettes, jaws with my sets
Once they saw the show they had to take a piece home
Now I'm almost famous, used to be known
But not to big to walk the alone
Stand in of any venue witha box of cd's
And these love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any moment
If there's money on the block, then where am I, I'm a

(Hustler!)
You'll find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll like a
So pay me what you owe me, and don't play me homie

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that ain't mine
not to be broke and have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie