1-900-Hustler (Explicit)

1-900-Hustler (Album Version|Explicit) - Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel/Memphis Bleek/Freeway

Written by：Leslie Pridgen/Aram Schefrin/Roosevelt Bink/Harrel/Malik Cox/Michael Zager/Shawn Carte

1-900-Hustler Sigel holla at your boy

What's the problem shorty

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 sh*t 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 sh*t

Take a ni**a brick smack him then you sell it back to them

Still there Brooklyn

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 sh*t

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

Aight 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 sh*t is absurd

You find a strip first if you don't cook find a b**ch first

If you don't hustle find a ni**a 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 Ni**a

I got two freaks

Yo watch your f**kin mouth man

F**k you mean watch my mouth ni**a

I don't give a f**k how long you been on the line

Shut the f**k up Matter of fact hold on

I know this ni**a ain't just put put me on hold man

This bullshit a** 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 cus-tomers

Never hold out pull out throw heat and be out

If a ni**a 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

Ni**a 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 till you're stackin balls

Tell you how to weigh sh*t 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 ni**a

1-900-Hustler Sigel holla at your boy dog

Yo whattup young you put me

Yeah you stupid motherf**ker

You talkin all reckless on the phone

F**k you think this the

Get Indicted Hotline or somethin motherf**ker

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 sh*t man

I'm pushin hardly half a wing back ni**a holla

Get a job holla at Perdue