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Everybody out here be hustlers, man
they dont have any idea what I used to do
I used to do anything
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 to get dirty
Now these niggas out here just be out here queer
Man these got it all backwards
I'm show 'em how I used to do it

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

(Hustler!)
You'll find 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

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

I used to sell insense 10 cents a dozen
Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a a sack
Everyday before high I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a buck a down by the track
And I never sold crack, did aluminum
Used to get laughed at by you and mans
But I let it get, stay true to my plans
I used it all for the (Now you understand)
In the grocery store parking lot, like can I you ma'am?
To the car with those bags, used to run that old
For a itty bitty tip, maybe a quarter or
And I wasn't doing that 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 tales, but it did keep my black ass from
to jail
And I'm a

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and 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 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 hard knocks, so a of the grind
to dub tapes myself, claim the quality was fine
But it sounded shit, lots of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, them shits moved like
That's well spent for true hip-hop addicts
And once friends heard it, then they all had to have it
So I took it on the with little to no baggage
Just some draws and casettes, droppin' jaws with my
Once they saw the live show they had to take a piece
Now I'm almost famous, used to be least
But not to big to the streets alone
Stand in front of any venue witha box of
And these kids love me I DTE
To Earth, and down to merch at any given moment
If there's money on the block, then where am I, I'm a

(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 don't with me homie

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