Hang out and Hustle

Street Chronicles: Hangin' and Hustlin' Lyrics Unveiled
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Lyrics

The see-are-you-D-D-why, the see-L-I-see-K

The C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me), the S.L.I.C.K. (street-wise, clever, and skilled)

It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure

Describing oneself as a knowledgeable and aggressive figure in the streets, using terror as a tool

Clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a factory

Efficiently managing money, running street blocks like a factory, accumulating wealth

Structure capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter

Controlling and profiting from the raw product, dealing with criticism

Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight

Engaging in violent encounters, handling law enforcement, and dealing with consequences

Disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and

Gathering ammunition and preparing for future endeavors

Forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry, bitches,

Emphasizing the power of money in acquiring luxury items, women, and competing with rivals

Bankcards, cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya

Facing challenges and threats confidently, dismissing opponents

Puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle.

Highlighting the risks and challenges in the street life


Booda Bop, Boom, Bam, Bink, Bick Bow Bookow, Ratatat, Klack Klick, Klick

Expressing sounds associated with gunfire and violence

Kow, Klick Kow put brains with muscle.

Combining intelligence ("brains") with physical strength ("muscle")

Hear a crew of guys utilize they skills.

Describing a group utilizing their skills

Bang out hang out slang out work and hustle.

Engaging in illegal activities and hard work to succeed

Flip techniquesover boogie bangin' beats. A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in

Flaunting skills in rhyming and navigating the streets with luxury items, drugs, and women

Twenty separate suite I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like

Comparing lyrical weight to the physical weight held by a basketball player

Chris Webber a warrior from Golden State, and I conjure up raps I bet you

Asserting dominance in rap with impactful lyrics

Don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny.

Referencing a notorious incident involving violence

Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client as I arrive at

Handling business transactions, traveling for work

L.A.X.

Arriving at Los Angeles International Airport


I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips

Starting the day early, preparing for the day's activities

In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit

Being well-armed and prepared for challenges

Protection see X again tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans but if shit

Uniting with others for strength, drawing a parallel with Mexican unity

Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing that's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend.

Describing the urgency in dealing with addicted individuals

Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next

Selling drugs with a play on colors (yellow high)

Time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy

Having aspirations for a better life, a family, and material success

Living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little

Juggling responsibilities as a father

Man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first of

Expressing the need to provide for family

All clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time

Prioritizing family needs over personal desires

And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from

Understanding the risks in the street life and prioritizing personal well-being

The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends.

Choosing to hang out and hustle with friends despite the risks


Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here.

Setting the scene for a weekend of work and responsibility

All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear.

Rejecting partying in favor of street life

Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my

Choosing authentic street connections over superficial relationships

Clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard. My hands stay

Remaining armed and vigilant in the streets

Full of ash. My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.

Dealing with the consequences of illegal activities

Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there

Acknowledging the negative aspects of the lifestyle

Flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast. It's first of the month

Working hard despite the challenges

Money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm cuttin'

Commenting on the competitive nature of the streets

Sales off with my bike.

Choosing to limit sales for personal reasons

Now with my niggaz in session we freestyle rhyme.

Enjoying creative expression with friends

Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time.

Reflecting on past experiences in the drug trade

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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