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Everybody out here be hustlers, man
Buit they dont any idea what I used to do
I used to do imaginable
A nigga like me was to go to jail
So I'd use my brain and think up the most outlandish shit
niggas would 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 show 'em how I used to do it

A lotta wanna knock what we do on my block
But we do we do cause we ain't got a lot
And you might get shot if your tounges not
Casue dudes around with hand cannons in their crotch
Fucking up the way walk, stuck to the strip like scotch
With the top notch Bosch that can clean rocks
See times is too hard for us to go soft
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' deep in the Cut like, what?
Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin' to get dough boss
We don't do diamonds cause my dudes ain't offs
to keep it low so we don't see no cops
Wanna up, but I don't wanna go pop
Gotta blow up cause I let this dough 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 a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Roll not to be broke and have to stroll a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie

I used to sell insense bottle 10 a dozen
Hit the strip and make 'em flip for a a sack
before juinor high I bought a six pack
And sold 'em for a buck a down by the track
And I never sold crack, did aluminum
Used to get at by you and your mans
But I never let it get, stay to my plans
I it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery store parking lot, like can I you ma'am?
To the car those bags, used to run that old drag
For a itty bitty tip, maybe a or more
And I wasn't doing that I was knocking at your door
Like, "May I to the head of the household?"
Then give you the speech on how buying candys keeping me out the

Cheap dirt hustles, no tales, but it did keep my black ass from
to jail
And I'm a

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

(Hustler!)
You'll never a dime 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 can make a dollar out a dime when I out a rhyme
From the of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grind
Used to dub tapes myself, the quality was fine
But it sounded like shit, lots of hits, static
But for three plus two, shits moved like magic
That's five well spent for true hip-hop
And once they're friends heard it, they all had to have it
So I it on the road with little to no baggage
some draws and casettes, droppin' jaws with my sets
Once they saw the live they had to take a piece home
Now I'm famous, used to be least known
But not to big to walk the alone
Stand in front of any venue box of cd's
And these love me I stay DTE
Down To Earth, and down to merch at any given
If there's money on the block, then am I, Cause I'm a

(Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime that 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 like a sucker
So pay me you owe me, and don't play with me homie