Lyrics

Dig I've got some news you dudes could use That might help y'all get by So I thought I'd nonchalantly mention the Hustler's Convention Taking place at the end of July It'll be at Hamhock's Hall, winner take all And only the best can play Cost you ten grand to get in, but you must continue to win Or you won't be allowed to stay They'll be money for the making, bitches for the taking And all you can shoot, snort, smoke, or drink And a whole lotta lames will fall victim to the games Cause only true hustler's can think Gon' be hustlers galore all trying to score Traveling by land, sea, and air They'll be coming to play from New York and L.A And other points distant and near They'll start to arrive around eleven fifty-five At Number 66 Snake Eyes Square Won't be no cops on this beat, they been paid off real sweet Why even the mayor done copped him a share Now I'mma be in charge, of the security men at large That'll be surveilling the floor And when the shit hit the fan, just grease the palm of my hand And I'll let y'all slip out the door Just give me 20% of each earned grand from either you or your man Subtracted from you total net And the words "telephone for you" will be y'alls cue To start easin' from out of the set Well that's about it, yah and its time for me to split Now y'all can school me in a week or two Sport you should make it a bet to land on the set And let Spoons make his hustler's debut We had our heads spinning just thinking 'bout winning But we maintained a silent stare The main hustler rule is don't blow your cool So we acted like we didn't care But I knew this was it as we watched Grit split Contemplating what all this meant For i had saved my money like a bee stores honey Just laying to make this event Spoons let me know that he was ready to go So we anted up and split We went to a south side hotel called the Fires of Hell And proceeded to cop a lil' bit