Yo whattup, this murder def kill homicide nigga
I'm pushin' hardly half a wing back nigga, holla
Nigga too close went right around his place
Until you up stay away from them dice and whores
And other niggaz who gettin' it dead it
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more
Three smuts, two streaks and a Dyke
Still there Brooklyn?
Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like
Two E's, that'll be two G's
Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake
I got two freaks
Whattup?
Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic
Alright, hold on, Hova, line one}
Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened
Let her introduce you 'round town like her man
You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen
You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first
With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish
Yeah I feel that
He resists, box him in, 'til he can't be moved
Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one
What?
Talkin' 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills
You stoppin' dough when we clutchin' the gats?
If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change
Then before they look up you sellin' the town cook-up
Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
Let me holla at somebody real
I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game
I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around
Get indicted hotline or somethin' motherfucker?
Yeah you stupid motherfucker
Or you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and
Alight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on
Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
I know you well connected dog
Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
Yeah
We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties 'til they tired
I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line
Yeah whattup man
When you talkin' on the phone to hustlers
'Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike
Shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on
Here's the rules, chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure
Make out a check for eight hundred dollars
Fuck you think this the,
When you sittin' in the presence of customers
First things first, watch what you say out your mouth
I know I was talkin' reckless earlier about them two chickens
I know this nigga ain't just put, put me on hold man
Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga?
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that
MDKHN, Watch your mouth man
{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
I get that butter all night
If a nigga ever think that he touchin' ya
Young, Jon Benet doin' a mission tonight and yo
What seem to be the problem young boy?
{1-900 Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog
Nine and four, everyday back and forth
Or gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit
Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler
Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out
You talkin' all reckless on the phone
Been on hold for about two hours nigga
I'm tryin' to lock the spot down, holla at me
{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
Just tell me how to move this shit man
900-Hustler, you pass it around
Bleek, line two}
(Yo!)
Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word
You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs
The strong move quiet, the weak start riots
FYI, I never been robbed in my life"
You find a dude in town, you send him a short message
But I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
Pass the number 'til you're stackin' balls
(Hoe!)
And if it's tight, then he might come back for more
Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state
Yo watch your fuckin' mouth man
Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent
Free, pick up line five}
They keep buyin' hard white
This bullshit, ass elevator music
Yo, my bad man, my bad
Jigga Man, holla
And forget my money I'm comin' for all your ki's, nigga
The niggaz takin' too long with that advance money and shit
I take cash or write the check out to F-R
