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

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

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

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

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

Cheap dirt hustles, no tales, but it did keep 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 stroll like a
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie

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

I can make a dollar out a dime I hollar out a rhyme
From the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the
Used to dub myself, claim the quality was fine
But it sounded shit, lots of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, them moved like magic
That's well spent for true hip-hop addicts
And they're friends heard it, then they all had to have it
So I took it on the road with little to no
Just some draws and casettes, droppin' with my sets
Once they saw the live show they had to take a home
Now I'm almost famous, used to be known
But not to big to the streets alone
Stand in front of any witha box of cd's
And these kids me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and to merch at any given moment
If there's money on the block, where am I, Cause I'm a

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