Hang Out and Hustle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Face Finsta of Cruddy Click] The C-R-U-D-D-Y, the C-L-I-C-K's texture — pure terror A street professor, aggressor Scale and measure, clever compressor Stretchin' salary stacks, be runnin' blocks as a factory structure Capture the raw product I manufacture Fracture critic chatter, nigga catcher as I blast the cop matter Capsule shatter, scatter men like disasters Clips I'd rather gather to flip for what I'm after Now and forever, money makes things better at a regular Gets me jewelry, bitches, bank cards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled See, trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle [Hook] Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends [Verse 2: G-Love of Road Dawgs] B-R-R-R-BAP! BOOM! BAM! BICK-BICK BOW! BOOYAW! RATATAT KLACK KLICK KLICK KA-KLICK KOW! Put brains with muscle We're a crew of guys who utilize they skills Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats A street fleet with Moët, dank and freaks in 20 separate suites I'm servin' dope lyrics holdin' weight Just like Chris Webber — a Warrior from Golden State And I conjure up raps, I bet you don't know any They be hittin' like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny Collects cash and checks on a jet To meet the next client as I arrive at L.A.X [Hook] Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends [Verse 3: Treach] I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm spit, stack then stash the stem 10 clips in ten shit bottles are sectioned in Wit' a click thick, wit' a block stopped Wit' protection, see X again tools to fry and unify like Mexicans But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing That's when you see twenty niggas runnin' 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 gettin' a 98 or a Caddy Livin' fatty, plus I got a little man callin' 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 makin' 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! [Hook] Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends [Verse 4: Vin Rock] Well, it's Friday night, and the weekend's here All that partyin' shit must take a seat to the rear Instead of fuckin' wit' those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my clips wit' my homies on the bricks My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash My fingernails stay dirty — that's from buryin' 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 wit' my bike Now wit' my niggas in session, we freestyle rhyme Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time [Hook x2] Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends Hang out and hustle with friends I like to hang out and hustle with my friends "What the FUCK are you gonna do except hustle?"