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, n*gga 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, b*tches, 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-AP! 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 that left the 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 sh*t 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 sh*t is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing
That's when you see twenty n*ggas 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' sh*t must take a seat to the rear
Instead of f*ckin' 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 n*ggas in session, we freestyle rhyme
Reminiscin', movin' that sh*t 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 f*ck are you gonna do except hustle?"