The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv Aggressor, scale and measure Clever compressor stretching salary stacks Be running blocks as a factory structure
Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather Then flip for what I'm after
Now and forever, money makes things better At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle
Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps
I bet you don't know any they be hitting Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client As I arrive at L.A.X. v
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans
But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour
I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em
So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure That mine is right from the beginning to the end It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks
My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash. Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast
It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah