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Everybody out wanna be hustlers, man
Buit they dont any idea 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 outlandish 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 what we do on my
But we do we do cause we ain't got a lot
And you might get shot if your tounges not
Casue dudes walk around with hand in their crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, to the strip like 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 strength zoloft
So I can deal with the stress and I go off
But I'm on top, stop 'til the microphone drop
Rollin' four deep in the Cut like,
Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get this dough
We don't do diamonds cause my 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 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 with 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 make 'em flip for a dollar a
Everyday juinor high I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a a piece down by the track
And I never sold crack, did aluminum
to get laughed 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 bitty tip, maybe a quarter or
And when I doing that I was knocking 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 that mine 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

(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 don't play with me

I can make a dollar out a when I hollar out a rhyme
From the school of hard knocks, so a of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, claim the quality was
But it like shit, lots of hits, hella 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, they 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 take a home
Now I'm almost famous, used to be known
But not to big to walk the streets
Stand in front of any witha box of cd's
And these kids me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any moment
If there's money on the block, where am I, Cause 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 play with me homie