Jay-Z - 1 900 Hustler lyrics

Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia (2000)

[Beanie Sigel]
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What´s the problem shorty?

[Shorty]
Yea whattup man
I am the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I am tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me

[Beanie Sigel]
Alright; hold on - Hova, line one

[Jay-Z]
Here is 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 am new in town, I do not know my way around
but I got some soft white that is sure to come back brown
I get that butter all night
cause most niggaz don´t know a brick from a bike
They keep buyin hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet & 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 is 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]
Yea yea that is gangsta, I think I ama 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 Guns dog
[Beans] Whattup?
[Chris] I am ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game
The niggaz takin too long with that advance money & shit
[Beans] Yea
[Chris] Talkin ´bout chill, chill don´t pay the bills
[Beans] Yea 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

[Memphis Bleek]
Listen shorty, you want to roll just give me the word
I aint got time for a sentence all that shit´s absurd
You find a strip 1st, if you do not cook find a bitch 1st
If you do not hustle find a nigga who pitch 1st
You new in town, no red & blue in town, theres 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 have got to eat fetish
and other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD IT
Make em an offer that they can´t refuse
He resists, box him in, til he can not be moved
Here is the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out - that is a O.G.´s classic
900-Hustler, you pass it around
Want to speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I am 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 freaks
[Beans] Yo watch your f*ckin mouth man
[MDKHN] F*ck you mean watch my mouth nigga?
Been on hold for about two hours nigga
[Beans] I do not give a f*ck how long you been on the line;
shut the f*ck up! Matter of fact, hold on
{*click*, *classical type music plays*}
[MDKHN] I know this nigga aint just put.. put me on hold man
This bullshit-ass elevator music
[Beans] Free, pick up line five

[Free]
1st things 1st, 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 & 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 (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 that
Make sure you got your four-four & he can slip if he like
Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight & yo
till you up stay away from them dice & whores
Three smuts, two streaks & a dyke
can pause one-three rumbles two streaks & a pipe for sure
And if it is tight, then he might come back for more
Nine & four, everyday back & forth
Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler
Pass the number til you are stackin balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet & 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 am 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
[Beans] Yea you stupid motherf*cker {MDKHN: Watch your mouth man}
you talkin all reckless on the phone
[Beans] F*ck you think this the,
Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherf*cker?
[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 am pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla
[Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue!
{*click*, *dial tone*}

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