1-900-Hustler

[Intro: Beanie Sigel & Shorty]

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy

What's the problem 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

Alright; hold on - Hova, line one

[Verse 1: 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 'round

I get that butter all night

Cause most niggas don't know a brick from a bite

They keep buying 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'mma 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 Gunz dog

[Beans] Whattup?

[Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggas in the rap game

The niggas 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

[Verse 2: 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, it'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 niggas 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 bricks...

[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, man

[Beans] Free, pick up line five

[Verse 3: Freeway]

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 (ho!)

Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)

You stoppin dough when we clutching the gas

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 daughter missin tonight and yo

Until you up stay away from them dice and whores

Three smuts, two straights and a dyke

Cause boys want three bundles two streaks and 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, dun?

[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*}