Versuri 12. 1-900-Hustler

{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!}