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1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy |
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What's the problem shorty? |
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[Shorty] |
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Yeah whattup man |
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I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man |
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I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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Alright; hold on - Hova, line one |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it |
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You find a dude in town, you send him a short message |
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Say, 'Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around |
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but I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown |
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I get that butter all night |
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cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike |
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They keep buyin hard white |
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And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price |
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FYI, I never been robbed in my life' |
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Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and |
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let her introduce you 'round town like her man |
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Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent |
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then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up |
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Or -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit |
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Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them |
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Still there Brooklyn? |
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[Shorty] |
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Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Make out a check for eight hundred dollars |
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Jigga Man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*} |
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[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy |
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[Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog |
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[Beans] Whattup? |
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[Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game |
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The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit |
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[Beans] Yeah |
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[Chris] Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills |
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[Beans] Yeah I feel that |
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[Chris] I know you well connected dog |
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Let me holla at somebody real |
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[Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on |
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Bleek, line two |
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[Memphis Bleek] |
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Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word |
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I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd |
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You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first |
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If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first |
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You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs |
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Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change |
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The strong move quiet, the weak start riots |
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We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired |
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With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish |
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and other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD IT |
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Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse |
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He resists, box him in, til he can't be moved |
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Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it |
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Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic |
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900-Hustler, you pass it around |
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Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out |
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{*click*, *dial tone*} |
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[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog |
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What seem to be the problem young boy? |
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[MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga |
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(??) I got two freaks |
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[Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man |
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[MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga? |
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Been on hold for about two hours nigga |
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[Beans] I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line; |
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shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on |
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{*click*, *classical type music plays*} |
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[MDKHN] I know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold man |
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This bullshit-ass elevator music |
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[Beans] Free, pick up line five |
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[Free] |
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First things first, watch what you say out your mouth |
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when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers |
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Never play the house, stink 'dro, keep weed in the couch |
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when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers |
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Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out |
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if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya |
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Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state |
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Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!) |
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Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!) |
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You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats? |
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I know you heard 'Friend or Foe,' this ain't different from that |
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Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like |
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Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo |
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until you up stay away from them dice and whores |
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Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke |
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can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure |
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And if it's tight, then he might come back for more |
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Nine and four, everyday back and forth |
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Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler |
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Pass the number til you're stackin balls |
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Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more |
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I take cash or write the check out to F-R |
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two E's, that'll be two G's |
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And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga |
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{*click*, *dial tone*} |
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[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog |
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[MDKHN] Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened |
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[Beans] Yeah you stupid motherfucker {MDKHN: Watch your mouth man} |
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you talkin all reckless on the phone |
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[Beans] Fuck you think this the, |
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Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherfucker? |
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[MDKHN] Yo, my bad man, my bad |
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I know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickens |
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You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen |
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[Beans] What? |
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[MDKHN] Just tell me how to move this shit man |
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I'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla |
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[Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue! |
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{*click*, *dial tone*} |
