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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 just think up the most outlandish
Shit would never do, I used to get dirty
Now these niggas out just be out here queer hustling
Man these niggas got it all
I'm gonna show 'em how I to do it

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

(Hustler!)
You'll never 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 play me homie

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

I to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the and make 'em flip for a dollar a sack
Everyday before juinor high I bought a six
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 to my plans
I used it all for the (Now you understand)
In the store parking lot, like can I help you ma'am?
To the car with bags, used to run that old drag
For a itty bitty tip, maybe a or more
And when I wasn't doing that I was knocking at your
Like, "May I to the head of the household?"
Then you the speech on how buying this candys keeping me out the

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

(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

I can a dollar out a dime when I hollar out a rhyme
From the of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, claim the was fine
But it like shit, lots of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, shits moved like magic
That's five well spent for true hip-hop
And once friends heard it, then they all had to have it
So I took it on the road little to no baggage
Just draws and casettes, droppin' jaws with my sets
Once they saw the live show they had to take a piece
Now I'm almost famous, used to be known
But not to big to walk the streets
Stand in front of any venue box of cd's
And these kids me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to at any given moment
If there's money on the block, then where am I, I'm a

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

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