Jay-Z - 1-900-hustler Lyrics
[beanie sigel]1-900-hustler, sigel, holla at your boyWhats the problem shorty?[shorty]Yeah whattup manIm the only nigga from brooklyn out here manIm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me[beanie sigel]Alright; hold on - hova, line one[jay-z]Heres a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse itYou find a dude in town, you send him a short messageSay, hey, Im new in town, I dont know my way aroundBut I got some soft white thats sure to come back brownI get that butter all nightCause most niggaz dont know a brick from a bikeThey keep buyin hard whiteAnd if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss priceFyi, I never been robbed in my lifeOr -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib andLet her introduce you round town like her manShake hands, make friends like its all innocentThen -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-upOr -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shitTake a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to themStill there brooklyn?[shorty]Yeah yeah thats gangsta, I think ima roll with that one[jay-z]Make out a check for eight hundred dollarsJigga 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] Im ready to smash these niggaz in the rap gameThe niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit[beans] yeah[chris] talkin bout chill, chill dont pay the bills[beans] yeah I feel that[chris] I know you well connected dogLet me holla at somebody real[beans] aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold onBleek, line two[memphis bleek]Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the wordI aint got time for a sentence all that shit is absurdYou find a strip first, if you dont cook find a ***** firstIf you dont hustle find a nigga who pitch firstYou new in town, no red and blue in town, theres gangsDont get fresh, let em know you small changeThe strong move quiet, the weak start riotsWe know you got a brick but sell em twenties til they tiredWith no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat *****And other niggaz who gettin it - dead itMake em an offer that they cant refuseHe resists, box him in, til he cant be movedHeres the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack itGet in, get out - thats a o.g.s classic900-hustler, you pass it aroundWanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, Im out{*click*, *dial tone*}[beans] 1-900-hustler, sigel, holla at your dogWhat seem to be the problem young boy?[mdkhn] yo whattup, this murder def kill homicide nigga(? ? ) I got two freaks[beans] yo watch your *****in mouth man[mdkhn] ***** you mean watch my mouth nigga?Been on hold for about two hours nigga[beans] I dont give a ***** how long you been on the line;Shut the ***** up! matter of fact, hold on{*click*, *classical type music plays*}[mdkhn] I know this nigga aint just put.. put me on hold manThis bullshit-ass elevator music[beans] free, pick up line five[free]First things first, watch what you say out your mouthWhen you talkin on the phone to hus-tlersNever play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couchWhen you sittin in the presence of cus-tomersNever hold out, pull out, throw heat and be outIf a nigga ever think that he touchin-yaLay low, get cake, whip all over the stateStash 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 aint different from thatMake sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he likeYoung, jon benet doin a mission tonight and yoUntil you up stay away from them dice and whoresThree smuts, two streaks and a dykeCan pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sureAnd if its tight, then he might come back for moreNine and four, everyday back and forthWinter to summer, 1-900-hustlerPass the number til youre stackin ballsTell you how to weigh shit wet and package moreI take cash or write the check out to f-rTwo es, thatll be two gsAnd forget my money Im comin for all your kis, 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 mother*****er {mdkhn: watch your mouth man}You talkin all reckless on the phone[beans] ***** you think this the,Get-indicted-hotline or somethin mother*****er?[mdkhn] yo, my bad man, my badI know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickensYou get it, you know, two chickens? but listen[beans] what?[mdkhn] just tell me how to move this shit manIm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla[beans] get a job, holla at perdue!{*click*, *dial tone*}
