| Lyrics: | [Beanie Sigel]
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem
shorty?
[Shorty]
Yeah whattup man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here
man
I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me
[Beanie Sigel]
Alright; hold on -
Hova, line one
[Jay-Z]
Here's 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'm new in town, I
don't know my way around
but I got some soft white that's 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 and 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's 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]
Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma 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'm ready to smash these niggaz in the
rap game
The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit
[Beans] Yeah
[Chris]
Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills
[Beans] Yeah I feel that
[Chris] I know you
well connected dog
Let me holla at somebody real
[Beans] Aight look, I got the p |
