Hang Out and Hustle

[Verse 1: Face Finsta of Cruddy Click]

The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K's texture — pure terror

A street professor, aggressor

Scale and measure, clever compressor

Stretchin' salary stacks, be runnin' blocks as a factory structure

Capture the raw product I manufacture

Fracture critic chatter, nigga catcher as I blast the cop matter

Capsule shatter, scatter men like disasters

Clips I'd rather gather to flip for what I'm after

Now and forever, money makes things better at a regular

Gets me jewelry, bitches, bank cards, cars and competitors

Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled

See, trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle

[Hook]

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

[Verse 2: G-Love of Road Dawgs]

B-R-R-R-BAP! BOOM! BAM! BICK-BICK BOW! BOOYAW!

RATATAT KLACK KLICK KLICK KA-KLICK KOW!

Put brains with muscle

We're a crew of guys who utilize they skills

Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle

Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats

A street fleet with Moët, dank and freaks in 20 separate suites

I'm servin' dope lyrics holdin' weight

Just like Chris Webber — a Warrior from Golden State

And I conjure up raps, I bet you don't know any

They be hittin' like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny

Collects cash and checks on a jet

To meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X

[Hook]

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

[Verse 3: Treach]

I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm spit, stack then stash the stem

10 clips in ten shit bottles are sectioned in

Wit' a click thick, wit' a block stopped

Wit' protection, see X again tools to fry and unify like Mexicans

But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing

That's when you see twenty niggas runnin' to one fiend

Yo! Black tops, I got that yellow high for hours

Buy from me now, or next time I swear I'll sell you flour

I got dreams of gettin' a 98 or a Caddy

Livin' fatty, plus I got a little man callin' me daddy

My lady and little man — they need me and I need 'em

I gotta see 'em and please 'em, but first of all, clothe & feed 'em

So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time and life

While I'm in this game, I'm makin' sure that mine is right

From the beginning to the end, it's dividend to the end

So I like to hang out and hustle wit' my friends!

[Hook]

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

[Verse 4: Vin Rock]

Well, it's Friday night, and the weekend's here

All that partyin' shit must take a seat to the rear

Instead of fuckin' wit' those phony ghetto chicks

I'd rather be movin' my clips wit' my homies on the bricks

My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash

My fingernails stay dirty — that's from buryin' my stash

Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least

But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast

It's first of the month, money's comin all day, all night

And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off wit' my bike

Now wit' my niggas in session, we freestyle rhyme

Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time

[Hook x2]

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

Hang out and hustle with friends

I like to hang out and hustle with my friends

"What the FUCK are you gonna do except hustle?"