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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 nigga me was scared to go to jail
So I'd use my brain and think up the most outlandish shit
Shit niggas would do, I used to get dirty
Now these niggas out here be out here queer hustling
Man these 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 what we do we ain't got a lot
And you might get if your tounges not watched
Casue dudes around with hand cannons in their crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip scotch
With the top Bosch 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 and I won't 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 dough
We don't do diamonds cause my dudes ain't offs
Tryin' to keep it low so we see no cops
Wanna blow up, but I don't go pop
Gotta blow up cause I let this dough stop

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a that 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 and have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie

I used to sell insense 10 cents a dozen
Hit the and make 'em flip for a dollar a sack
Everyday before juinor high I bought a six
And sold 'em for a buck a piece down by the
And I never sold crack, did cans
to get laughed at by you and your mans
But I never let it get, stay to my plans
I used it all for the (Now you understand)
In the grocery store lot, like can I help you ma'am?
To the car with those bags, used to run old drag
For a itty bitty tip, a quarter or more
And when I wasn't doing I was knocking at your door
Like, "May I speak to the of the household?"
Then give you the speech on how buying this 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 find a dime that 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 with me homie

(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 play with me homie

I can make a dollar out a when I hollar out a rhyme
the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, claim the was fine
But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, hella
But for three plus two, them shits moved like
That's five well for true hip-hop addicts
And once friends heard it, then they all had to have it
So I it on the road with little to no baggage
Just draws and casettes, droppin' jaws with my sets
Once 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 the streets 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 money on the block, where am I, Cause I'm a

(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

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