1-900-Hustler
(专辑: 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!