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

A lotta people wanna 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 with hand cannons in their
Fucking up the way they walk, to the strip like scotch
With the top notch Bosch that can cook rocks
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 dudes show offs
Tryin' to it low so we don't see no cops
Wanna blow up, but I wanna go pop
blow up cause I can't let this dough stop

(Hustler!)
You'll find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be and have 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 like a
So pay me what you owe me, and don't play with me

I used to insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a a sack
before juinor high I bought a six pack
And 'em for a buck a piece down by the track
And I never crack, did aluminum 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 lot, like can I help 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 speak to the of the household?"
Then give you the speech on how this candys keeping me out the

Cheap hustles, no glorious tales, but it did keep my black ass from
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 you owe me, and don't play with me homie

(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 don't play me homie

I can a dollar out a dime when I hollar out a rhyme
the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, claim the quality was
But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, static
But for three plus two, shits moved like magic
That's five spent for true hip-hop addicts
And once they're friends it, then they all had to have it
So I it on the road with little to no baggage
Just some draws and casettes, droppin' with my sets
Once they saw the show they had to take a piece home
Now I'm almost famous, to be least known
But not to big to the streets alone
Stand in of any venue witha box of cd's
And these love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any given
If there's money on the block, then 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 play with me homie

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