Then flip for what I'm after
Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time
Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour
The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing
Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours
I bet you don't know any they be hitting
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client
I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans
Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
As I arrive at L.A.X.
All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear
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It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks
So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite
My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least
It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night
That mine is right from the beginning to the end
Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle
I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks
I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step
It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends
I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles
That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend
Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Aggressor, scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Now and forever, money makes things better
But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here
Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy
Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme
Be running blocks as a factory structure
And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure
Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection
My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash
Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
