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Everybody out here be hustlers, man
Buit dont have any idea what I used to do
I used to do imaginable
A like me was scared to go to jail
So I'd use my brain and think up the most outlandish shit
Shit niggas would never do, I to get dirty
Now niggas 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 with hand cannons in their crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip 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 prescription zoloft
So I can deal the stress and I won't go off
But I'm on top, won't stop 'til the microphone
Rollin' four in the Cut like, what?
Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get this boss
We don't do cause my dudes ain't show offs
Tryin' to keep it low so we see no cops
blow up, but I don't 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 have to stroll a sucker
So pay me what you owe me, and don't play me homie

(Hustler!)
You'll find 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 used to sell insense bottle 10 cents a
Hit the strip and 'em flip for a dollar a sack
Everyday before juinor high I bought a six
And sold 'em for a a piece down by the track
And I sold crack, did aluminum cans
Used to get laughed at by you and your
But I never let it get, stay true to my
I it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery store parking lot, like can I help you
To the car with those bags, used to run old drag
For a itty bitty tip, maybe a 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 buying 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 find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie

(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 can make a dollar out a dime when I out a rhyme
From the of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
to dub tapes myself, claim the quality was fine
But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, static
But for three plus two, them shits like magic
That's five well for true hip-hop addicts
And once they're friends heard it, then they all had to it
So I took it on the road with to no baggage
Just draws and casettes, droppin' jaws with my sets
Once they saw the live show they had to take a home
Now I'm famous, used to be least known
But not to big to walk the alone
Stand in front of any venue 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 find a dime 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 with 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 you owe me, and don't play with me homie