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 salt white that's sure to come back brown 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've never been robbed in my life You find a chick's ***, you hold up in a crib And let her introduce you round town like a man Shake hands, make friends, like it's all innocent Then, before they look up, you sell in the town, cook up Gorilla pimp, come up on that killer *** Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them Yeah, that's gangster, I think I'm gonna roll with that one Make y'all a check for $800 Jigga man, holla 1-900-HUSTLE-SEAGULL, holla at your boy What's up, Sea? It's Chris out the Young Guns, dawg I'm ready to smash these niggas in the rap game But niggas takin' too long with that advance money and *** Talkin' about chill, chill on paper bills I know you well-connected, dawg Let me holla at somebody real Alright, look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on Flick, line two Listen, shorty, you on the road, just give me the word I ain't got time for a sentence, all that *** 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 gang Don't get fresh, let them know you small chain The strong move quiet, the weak start riots We know you got a brick, but sell them twenties till they tired With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish These other niggas who gettin' it, get it Make a manufa that they can't refuse He resists, box him in, till he can't be moved Here's the rules, chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out, that's an OG's classic 900 hustler, you passin' around Wanna speak to me, direct hit extension Trey Pound, I'm out First things first, watch what you say out your mouth When you talkin' on the phone to hustlers Never play the host, ain't drought, keep feedin' the couch When you sittin' in the presence of customers Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out If a nigga ever think that he touchin' y'all Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state Stash dough, whip gay, whip right around the bend Nigga too close, whip right around his plate You stop him though, and we clutchin' the gas I know you heard from the voters, ain't different from that Make sure you got your 4-4 and he can slip if he like Young JonBenét, daughter missin' the night And yo, until you up, stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two straights and a dike His balls, one three-bumpers, two straights and a pipe for sure Nigga's tight, then he might come back for more Nine and four, every day, back and forth Winter to summer, one 900 hustler Pass the number to your stackin' balls Tell you how to wait, *** wet, and package more I take cash or write the check out the FR Two E's, that'll be two G's And forget my money, I'm comin' for all your keys *