1-900-Hustler

(アルバム： The Dynasty Roc La Familia - 2000)

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holler at your boy
What's the problem shorty?

Yeah what up man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm trying to lock the spot down, holler 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 brown
I get that butter all night
Cause most niggas don't know a brick from a bite
They keep buying hard white
And if you're free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never been robbed in my life."
Or you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her 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're selling the town cook-up
Or gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still there Brooklyn?

Yeah yeah that's gangster, I think I'mma roll with that one

Make out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holler

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holler at your boy
Whas up Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
What up?
I'm ready to smash these niggas in the rap game
The niggas taking too long with that advance money and shit
Yeah
Talking 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills
Yeah I feel that
I know you're well connected dog
Let me holler at somebody real
Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on
Bleek, line two

Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word
I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd
You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first
If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first
You're new in town, no red and blue in town, that's gangs
Don't get fresh, let 'em know you're small change
The strong move quiet, the weak start riots
We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties 'til they're tired
With no credit, you know you're sick with that gotta eat fetish
And other niggas who getting it – dead it
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
He resists, box him in, 'til he can't be moved
Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out – that's a O.G.'s classic
900-Hustler, you pass it around
Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holler at your dog
What seem to be the problem young boy?
Yo what up, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga – I got two bricks
Yo, watch your fucking mouth, man!
Fuck you mean watch my mouth, nigga? Been on hold for about two hours, nigga!
I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line; shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on
I know this nigga ain't just put... put me on hold, man! This bullshit-ass elevator music, man
Free, pick up line five

First things first, watch what you say out your mouth
When you're talking on the phone to hustlers
Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
When you're sitting in the presence of customers
Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out
If a nigga ever think that he touching-ya
Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state
Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (ho!)
Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)
You're stopping dough 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, Jon Benet daughter missing tonight and yo
Until you're up stay away from them dice and whores
Three smuts, two straights and a dyke
Cause boys want three bundles two streaks and pipe for sure
And if it's tight, then he might come back for more
Nine and four, everyday back and forth
Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler
Pass the number 'til you're stacking balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more
I take cash or write the check out to F-R
Two Es, that'll be two Gs
And forget my money I'm coming for all your kis, nigga

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holler at your boy dog
Yo what up young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened
Yeah you're stupid motherfucker watch your mouth man
You're talking all reckless on the phone
Fuck you think this the
Get-Indicted-Hotline or something motherfucker?
Yo, my bad man, my bad
I know I was talking reckless earlier about them two chickens
You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen
What?
Just tell me how to move this shit man
I'm pushing hardly half a wing back nigga, holler
Get a job, holler at Perdue!