Hang Out And Hustle - Naughty By Nature

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Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K

It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv

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

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

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.

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Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step

Then stash the stem, ten 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

That's 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 and 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

It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

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, 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 with my bike

Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme

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

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?