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Everybody out here be hustlers, man
Buit they have any idea what I used to do
I used to do anything
A nigga like me was scared to go to
So I'd use my and just think up the most outlandish shit
Shit niggas never do, I used 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 people wanna knock what we do on my block
But we do what we do cause we got a lot
And you might get shot if your not watched
Casue dudes walk around with hand in their crotch
up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like scotch
With the top Bosch that can cook clean rocks
See times is too for us to ever go soft
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 microphone
four 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 wanna go pop
Gotta up cause I can't let this 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 with me homie

(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 with me homie

I to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a dollar a
Everyday before juinor high I bought a six
And sold 'em for a buck a piece by the track
And I never sold crack, did aluminum
Used to get laughed at by you and your
But I never let it get, stay true to my
I used it all for the (Now you understand)
In the grocery store parking lot, like can I help you
To the car with bags, used to run that old drag
For a itty bitty tip, maybe a quarter or
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 this candys 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 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 like a
So pay me what you owe me, and don't play me homie

I can make a dollar out a dime when I hollar out a
the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub myself, claim the quality was fine
But it sounded like shit, of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, them shits like magic
That's five well spent for true hip-hop
And they're friends 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, droppin' with my sets
Once they saw the live show 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 witha box of cd's
And these love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any moment
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 a sucker
So pay me what you owe me, and play with me homie

(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 don't play with me