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Everybody out wanna be hustlers, man
Buit they have any idea what I used to do
I used to do anything
A nigga like me was to go to jail
So I'd use my and just think up the most outlandish shit
Shit niggas would never do, I used to get
Now these niggas out here just be out here hustling
Man niggas got it all backwards
I'm gonna 'em how I used to do it

A lotta people wanna knock what we do on my
But we do what we do we ain't got a lot
And you might get shot if tounges not watched
Casue dudes walk around with hand cannons in crotch
Fucking up the way they walk, 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 prescription strength
So I can deal with the stress and I go off
But I'm on top, won't 'til the microphone drop
Rollin' four in the Cut like, what?
Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get this dough
We do diamonds cause my dudes ain't show offs
Tryin' to keep it low so we don't see no
Wanna up, but I don't wanna go pop
Gotta blow up cause I can't let this stop

(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

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

I to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozen
Hit the and make 'em flip for a dollar a sack
Everyday juinor high I bought a six pack
And 'em for a buck a piece down by the track
And I never sold crack, did cans
Used to get laughed at by you and your
But I never let it get, stay true to my
I it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery parking lot, like can I help you ma'am?
To the car with bags, used to run that old drag
For a bitty tip, maybe a quarter or more
And when I wasn't doing that I was knocking at your
Like, "May I to the head of the household?"
give 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
to jail
And I'm a

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

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

I can make a dollar out a dime I hollar out a rhyme
the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, claim the was fine
But it sounded shit, lots of hits, hella static
But for three plus two, them moved like magic
That's five well for true hip-hop addicts
And once they're friends it, then they all had to have it
So I took it on the with little to no baggage
Just some draws and casettes, jaws with my sets
Once they saw the live show had to take a piece home
Now I'm almost famous, used to be least
But not to big to walk the alone
Stand in front of any witha box of cd's
And these kids me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any given
If there's money on the block, where am I, Cause 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 what you owe me, and don't play me homie

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