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

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

(Hustler!)
You'll never a dime 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

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

I to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the strip and 'em flip for a dollar a sack
Everyday before juinor I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a buck a piece by the track
And I sold crack, did aluminum cans
Used to get at by you and your mans
But I never let it get, true to my plans
I it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery store parking lot, like can I you ma'am?
To the car those bags, used to run that old drag
For a itty tip, maybe a quarter or more
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 glorious tales, but it did my black ass from
to jail
And I'm a

(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 what you owe me, and don't play me homie

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

I can make a out a dime when I hollar out a rhyme
From the of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, the quality was fine
But it like shit, lots of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, them shits moved like
five well spent for true hip-hop addicts
And once they're friends heard it, then all had to have it
So I it on the road with little to no baggage
Just some draws and casettes, jaws with my sets
Once they saw the live show they had to a piece home
Now I'm famous, used to be least known
But not to big to walk the alone
in front of any venue witha box of cd's
And these kids love me I DTE
Down To Earth, and to merch at any given moment
If there's money on the block, then 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 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 broke and have to stroll a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie