Naughty By Nature Hang Out And Hustle lyrics

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It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure
 clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a
 factory
 structure capture the raw product I manufacture  fracture critic chatter
 nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
 disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and
 forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,
 bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya
 puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.

Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick
 Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle. Hear a crew of guys utilize they
 skills. Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle. Flip techniques
 over
 boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in
 twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like
 Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet
 you
 don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald
 Denny.
 Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at
 L.A.X.

I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
 in ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
 wit
 protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if
 shit
 is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty
 niggas running 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 getting a 98 or a Caddy
 living fatty plus I got a little man calling 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 making sure that mine is right from
 the beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out
 and
 hustle wit my friends.

Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here. All that partying shit
 must take a seat to the rear.
 Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
 clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay
 full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
 Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
 flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month
 money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
 cuttin'
 sales off with my bike. Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle
 rhyme.
 Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time

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