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

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

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

(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 play with me homie

I used to sell bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a a sack
Everyday before juinor high I bought a six
And sold 'em for a buck a down by the track
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 parking lot, like can I help you
To the car with those bags, used to run that old
For a itty bitty tip, maybe a quarter or
And when I wasn't doing that I was at your door
Like, "May I to the head of the household?"
Then give you the speech on how this candys keeping me out the

Cheap dirt hustles, no glorious tales, but it did keep my black ass
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 ain't mine
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
the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, claim the was fine
But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, hella
But for plus two, them shits moved like magic
That's five well spent for true hip-hop
And once they're friends 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' with my sets
Once they saw the live show they had to a piece home
Now I'm almost famous, used to be known
But not to big to walk the streets
Stand in of any venue witha box of cd's
And kids love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any moment
If money on the block, then where am I, Cause I'm a

(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 what you owe me, and play with me homie

(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 play with me homie