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Everybody out here be hustlers, man
Buit they dont have any idea I used to do
I used to do anything
A like me was scared to go to jail
So I'd use my brain and just think up the most shit
Shit niggas would never do, I to get dirty
Now these niggas out here just be out here queer
Man these niggas got it all
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 walk around with hand cannons in their crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the like 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 with the stress and I won't go off
But I'm on top, stop 'til the microphone drop
Rollin' four in the Cut like, what?
Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get this boss
We don't do diamonds cause my dudes ain't offs
to keep it low so we don't see no cops
Wanna up, but I don't wanna go pop
Gotta blow up cause I can't let this dough

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime 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 mine
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 to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a dollar a
Everyday before high I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a a piece down by the track
And I never crack, did aluminum cans
Used to get at by you and your mans
But I let it get, stay true to my plans
I used it all for the (Now you understand)
In the grocery parking lot, like can I help you ma'am?
To the car with bags, used to run that old drag
For a bitty tip, maybe a quarter or more
And when I wasn't 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 my black ass from
to jail
And I'm a

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that mine 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

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

I can make a dollar out a dime when I out a rhyme
the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, the quality was fine
But it sounded shit, lots of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, them shits moved magic
That's five spent for true hip-hop addicts
And once they're heard it, then they all had to have it
So I took it on the road with little to no
Just some draws and casettes, jaws with my sets
they saw the live show they had to take a piece home
Now I'm almost famous, to be least known
But not to big to walk the streets
Stand in front of any witha box of cd's
And kids love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any given
If there's on the block, then where am I, Cause I'm a

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that ain't motherfucker
Roll not to be 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 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