1-900-Hustler (feat. Memphis Bleek, Freeway & Beanie Sigel)

1-900-Hustler Sigel, holla at your boy

What's the problem, shorty?

Yeah, what up, man, I'm the only **** from Brooklyn out here

Man, I'm tryna lock the spot down, holla at me

Alright, hold on, Hova, line one

Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it

You find a dude in town, you send him a short message

Say hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around

But I got some soft white that's sure to come back round

I get that butter all night

'Cause most **** don't know a brick from a bite

They keep buying hard white and if you free tomorrow night

We can meet and discuss price

FYI, I never been robbed in my life, or

You find a chick ****, you hold up in a crib and

Let her introduce you round town like her man

Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent

Then before they look up you selling the town cook up

Or guerrilla pimp, come up on that killer ****

Take a **** brick, smack 'em, then you sell it back to them

Yeah, yeah, that's gangsta

Still there, Brooklyn?

I think I'ma roll with that one

Make out a check for eight hundred dollars

Jigga man, holla

1-900-Hustler Sigel, holla at your boy

What's up Sig', it's Chris of the Young Gunz, dog

What up?

I'm ready to smash these **** in the rap game

The **** too long with that advance money and ****

Yeah?

Talking 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills

Yeah, I feel that

I know you well connected, dog

Let me holla at somebody real ****

Alright look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on

Bleek, line two

Listen, shorty, you wanna roll, just gimme the word

I ain't got time for a sentence, all that **** absurd

You find a strip first, if you don't cook, find a **** first

If you don't hustle, find a **** who pitch first

You new in town, no red and blue in town, it's gangs

Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change

The strong move quiet, the weak start riots

We know you got a brick, but sell 'em twenties till they tired

With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish

And other **** who getting it, dead it

Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse

He resist, box him in till he can't be moved

Here's the ruse, chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it

Get in, get out, that's a OG's classic

900-Hustler, you pass it around

Wanna speak to me direct? Hit extension tre-pound, I'm out

1-900-Hustler Sigel, holla at your boy

What seem to be the problem, young boy?

Yo, what up? This Murder Death Kill Homicide ****, two bricks

Yo, watch your **** mouth, man

Watch my mouth, ****, been on hold 'bout two hours, ****

I don't give a **** how long you been on the line

Shut the ****, matter of fact, hold on

What, I ain't gon' call back

**** just put, put me on hold, man

Free , pick up line five

First thing's first, watch what you say out your mouth

When you talking on the phone

The hustlers never play the house, they drove, keep heat in the couch

When you sitting in the presence of customers

Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out

If a **** ever think that he touching ya

Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state

Stash dough, whip yay with right amount of bake

**** you're too close, went right around his place

You stop and go when we clutching the gas

I know you heard Friend or Foe, this ain't different from that

Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like

Young JonBenét daughter missing tonight, and yo

Until you up, stay away from them dice and ****

Three smuts, two straights, and a ****

'Cause boys want three bundles, two strikes and pipe for sure

And if it's tight then he might come back for more

Nine and four, every day, back and forth

Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler

Pass the number till you're stacking boards

Tell y'all how to weigh **** wet and package more

I take cash or write the check out to F-R, two E's

That'll be two G's, don't forget my money, I'm comin' for all your keys

1-900-Hustler Sigel, holla at your boy, dog

Yo, what up, Young, you put me on hold earlier

Man, what happened, son?

Yeah, you stupid mother ****, talking all reckless on the phone

Watch your mouth, son

Think this the get indicted hotline or something, mother****

Yo ****, my bad, my bad, I know I was talking reckless earlier

'Bout then two chickens, you get it?

You know, two chickens, but listen

What?

Just tell me how to move this ****, man, I'm I'll put you half a wing back ****

Get a job, holla at Perdue