paroles de chanson 1-900-Hustler - Freeway , Beanie Sigel , JAY Z , Memphis Bleek
[Beanie
Sigel]
1-900-Hustler,
Sigel,
holla
at
your
boy
What′s
the
problem
shorty?
[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
[Beanie
Sigel]
Alright;
hold
on
- Hova,
line
one
[Jay-Z]
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?
[Shorty]
Yeah
yeah
that′s
gangsta,
I
think
I'ma
roll
with
that
one
[Jay-Z]
Make
out
a
check
for
eight
hundred
dollars
Jigga
Man,
holla
{*click*,
*dial
tone*}
[Beans]
1-900-Hustler,
Sigel,
holla
at
your
boy
[Chris]
Whassup
Sig?
This
Chris
out
the
Young
Guns
dog
[Beans]
Whattup?
[Chris]
I′m
ready
to
smash
these
niggaz
in
the
rap
game
The
niggaz
takin
too
long
with
that
advance
money
and
shit
[Beans]
Yeah
[Chris]
Talkin
'bout
chill,
chill
don't
pay
the
bills
[Beans]
Yeah
I
feel
that
[Chris]
I
know
you
well
connected
dog
Let
me
holla
at
somebody
real
[Beans]
Aight
look,
I
got
the
perfect
person
for
you,
hold
on
Bleek,
line
two
[Memphis
Bleek]
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
{*click*,
*dial
tone*}
[Beans]
1-900-Hustler,
Sigel,
holla
at
your
dog
What
seem
to
be
the
problem
young
boy?
[MDKHN]
Yo
whattup,
this
Murder
Def
Kill
Homicide
Nigga
(?)
I
got
two
freaks
[Beans]
Yo
watch
your
fuckin
mouth
man
[MDKHN]
Fuck
you
mean
watch
my
mouth
nigga?
Been
on
hold
for
about
two
hours
nigga
[Beans]
I
don't
give
a
fuck
how
long
you
been
on
the
line;
Shut
the
fuck
up!
Matter
of
fact,
hold
on
{*click*,
*classical
type
music
plays*}
[MDKHN]
I
know
this
nigga
ain′t
just
put.
put
me
on
hold
man
This
bullshit-ass
elevator
music
[Beans]
Free,
pick
up
line
five
[Free]
First
things
first,
watch
what
you
say
out
your
mouth
When
you
talkin
on
the
phone
to
hus-tlers
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
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
{*click*,
*dial
tone*}
[Beans]
1-900-Hustler,
Sigel,
holla
at
your
boy
dog
[MDKHN]
Yo
whattup
young,
you
put
me
on
hold
earlier
man
what
Happened
[Beans]
Yeah
you
stupid
motherfucker
{MDKHN:
Watch
your
mouth
man}
You
talkin
all
reckless
on
the
phone
[Beans]
Fuck
you
think
this
the,
Get-Indicted-Hotline
or
somethin
motherfucker?
[MDKHN]
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
[Beans]
What?
[MDKHN]
Just
tell
me
how
to
move
this
shit
man
I'm
pushin
hardly
half
a
wing
back
nigga,
holla
[Beans]
Get
a
job,
holla
at
Perdue!
{*click*,
*dial
tone*}
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