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Hooli who beatin' yo block man
I to dedicate this one to my uncle
And everyone uncle, Uncle Sam
And any junky who can—hold down a part or full time job.
out yo W2 forms, collect yo check once a year and report to the
Playhouse.
Now I aint wholesale license man but I got hoe's for sale.
Livin' it, doing it, it, got my crew in it, stayin' true to it.

If you know Hooli, you don't know shit cause Hooli be bringin' them hits
Cause every April of every year shit together and I see things clear,
Its like the first and fifteenth to the fifteenth power gotta bag my up gotta cut my powder.
I gotta a shout out to Uncle Sam {for helping me develop my master plan}
Coke are cool the woman are freaks.
Ménage à trois third day of the week.
Crack heads man, I see ya down the block, ya blowin' up the spot, the don't stop

when you get to mun, tax refund, and holla at me
got hoes, got coke, got E and got Beezels bomb weed
you get to mun, tax refund, come and holla at me
got straps, got lean, got meds and got a Hooli CD

Now my Cristal clientele like to creep knocking at my like I don't sleep
One I would hit—only if she was thick; used to be a prom now a straight Crank feen
Saggin' lace, big disgrace, and bumps all over her face
To the of the world don't be a fool, don't think this cant happen to you
All these grown folks made their decisions and that's why makes a damn good livin'
[Heey are you doin']
used to slang her tar back when she was using—and aint lookin' too good so welcome back to the neighborhood
got five kids stuffed in two different rooms, took her whole for nine balloons

when you get to mun, tax refund, and holla at me
got hoes, got coke, got E and Cristal—even got bomb weed
you get to mun, tax refund, come and holla at me
got straps, got lean, got meds and shrooms—even got a CD

Now I stopped smoking because of greed
I everything—shake, stems and seeds
The first rule of hustlin is pimpin
Don't use your and watch who you dippin'
The more you claim the more money you gain
I got the that'll ease yo pain
Pick yo poision me and my boysin' be local house calls
It's a must, it's a must over sixty plus if not she my balls
If you own your own business them reciepts
Mo for the honey my meats in the streets
Got all-nighter them Ecstasy pills plus black-cap shrooms
It'll the whole room
If you really like to trip pinch a sheet of
Hallucinogenics, clinic

when you get to mun, tax refund, and holla at me
got hoes, got coke, got E and Cristal—even got Beezels bomb
when you get to mun, tax refund, and holla at me
got straps, got lean, got and shrooms—even got a Hooli CD

And you it knock

Black huslin at its finest
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You know time it is
Mayne its time