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Everybody out here be hustlers, man
Buit they dont have any idea what I to do
I to do anything imaginable
A like 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 just be out here queer hustling
Man these got it all backwards
I'm gonna show 'em how I to do it

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

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

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

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 a six pack
And sold 'em for a buck a down by the track
And I never crack, did aluminum cans
Used to get laughed at by you and your
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, can I help you ma'am?
To the car those bags, used to run that old drag
For a itty bitty tip, a quarter or more
And I wasn't doing that I was knocking at your door
Like, "May I speak to the of the household?"
Then give you the 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 that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll a sucker
So pay me what you owe me, and don't play me homie

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

I can make a dollar out a dime when I hollar out a
the school 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 magic
That's five well spent for true hip-hop
And they're friends heard it, then they all had to have it
So I took it on the road with to no baggage
Just some draws and casettes, jaws with my sets
Once they saw the live show had to take a piece home
Now I'm almost famous, to be least known
But not to big to walk the alone
Stand in front of any venue witha box of
And kids love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any given
If money on the block, then where am I, Cause I'm a

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