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1  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K                          1
2                                                                                       It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure 2
3  The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K   clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a          3
4  It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv   factory                                                 4
5  Aggressor, scale and measure                                                        structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter 5
6  Clever compressor stretching salary stacks                                                        nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight 6
7  Be running blocks as a factory structure                                    disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and 7
8                                                                                         forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches, 8
9  Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter             bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya 9
10  Nigga catcher as                I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter   puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.                            10
11  Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather                                            Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick 11
12  Then flip for what I'm after                                                    Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they 12
13                                                                                     skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques 13
14  Now and forever, money makes things better   over                                              14
15  At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled   boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in                                                15
16  See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle                        twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like 16
17                                                                                        Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet 17
18  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   you                                            18
19  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah                                   don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald 19
20            Denny. 20
21  Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow                                               Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at 21
22  Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow   L.A.X.                                         22
23  Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills                         I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips 23
24  Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle                                   in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked 24
25         wit 25
26  Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats                                               protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if 26
27  A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite   shit                                                                             27
28  I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber                           is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty 28
29  A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps   niggas running to one fiend.                            29
30                                                                                           Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next 30
31        I bet             you don't know any they be hitting                        time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy 31
32  Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny                                                   living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little 32
33  Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client                                 man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first 33
34  As I arrive at L.A.X.   of                        34
35  v                                                                                       all clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time 35
36                                                                                           and life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from 36
37  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah                                         the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out 37
38  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   and                                            38
39                               hustle wit my friends. 39
40  I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step                   Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit 40
41  Then stash              the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles   must take a seat to the rear.                                     41
42  Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection       Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my 42
43  See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans                           clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay 43
44                                                                                    full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash. 44
45  But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing                    Fiends are bummin', money's           comin' to say the least, but I'm out there 45
46  That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend                   flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month 46
47  Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high              for hours        money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm 47
48  Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour   cuttin'                                                                  48
49                                                                                    sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle 49
50  I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty   rhyme.                                                                50
51  Plus, I got                            a little man calling me daddy   Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time.                          51
1  My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em   1
2  I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em   2
3   3
4  So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time   4
5  And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure   5
6  That mine is right from the beginning to the end   6
7  It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends   7
8   8
9  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   9
10  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   10
11   11
12  Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here   12
13  All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear   13
14  Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks   14
15  I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks   15
16   16
17  My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash   17
18  My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.   18
19  Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least   19
20  But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast   20
21   21
22  It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night   22
23  And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike   23
24  Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme   24
25  Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time   25
26   26
27  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   27
28  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   28
29  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   29
30  Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah   30
31   31
32  What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?   32
      


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