Hang Out and Hustle

The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K<br>It`s texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure<br>clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a<br>factory<br>structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter<br>nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight<br>disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I`m after now and<br>forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,<br>bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya<br>puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.<br><br>Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick<br>Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they<br>skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques<br>over<br>boogie bangin` beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in<br>twenty separate suite I`m servin` dope lyrics holding weight, just like<br>Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet<br>you<br>don`t know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald<br>Denny.<br>Collects cash n` checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at<br>L.A.X.<br><br>I`m up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips<br>in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked<br>wit<br>protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if<br>shit<br>is slow in comin` a fiend that`s one thing thats when you see twenty<br>niggas running to one fiend.<br>Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next<br>time I swear I`ll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy<br>living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little<br>man they need me and I need `em I gotta see em and please `em but first<br>of<br>all clothe & feed `em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time<br>and life while I`m in this game I`m making sure that mine is right from<br>the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out<br>and<br>hustle wit my friends.<br><br>Well it`s Friday night and the weekend`s here. All that partying shit<br>must take a seat to the rear.<br>Instead of fuckin` wit those phony ghetto chicks I`d rather be movin` my<br>clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay<br>full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that`s from burying my stash.<br>Fiends are bummin`, money`s comin` to say the least, but I`m out there<br>flippin` clips feeding the belly of the beast. It`s first of the month<br>money`s comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I`m<br>cuttin`<br>sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle<br>rhyme.<br>Reminiscing moving that shit 20`s of clips at a time.