{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy   What's the problem shorty?   Yeah whattup man   I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man   I'm tryin' to 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 brown   I get that butter all night   'Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike   They keep buyin' 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, 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 sellin' 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 gangsta, 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   Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog   Whattup?   I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game   The niggaz takin' too long with that advance money and shit   Yeah   Talkin' 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills   Yeah I feel that   I know you well connected dog   Let me holla at somebody real   Alight 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 new in town, no red and blue in town, there'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 'til they tired      With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish   And other niggaz who gettin' 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, holla at your dog   What seem to be the problem young boy?   Yo whattup, this murder def kill homicide nigga   I got two freaks   Yo watch your fuckin' 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   Free, pick up line five}      First things first, watch what you say out your mouth   When you talkin' on the phone to hustlers   Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch   When you sittin' in the presence of customers   Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out   If a nigga ever think that he touchin' ya   Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state   Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake   (Hoe!)      Nigga too close went right around his place   (Yo!)   You stoppin' dough when we clutchin' the gats?   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 doin' a mission tonight and yo   Until you up stay away from them dice and whores   Three smuts, two streaks and a Dyke   Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a 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 stackin' balls   Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more   I take cash or write the check out to F-R   Two E's, that'll be two G's   And forget my money I'm comin' for all your ki's, nigga      {1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog   Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened   Yeah you stupid motherfucker   MDKHN, Watch your mouth man   You talkin' all reckless on the phone   Fuck you think this the,   Get indicted hotline or somethin' motherfucker?   Yo, my bad man, my bad   I know I was talkin' 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 pushin' hardly half a wing back nigga, holla   Get a job, holla at Purdue!}