Lupe Fiasco - Hustlers and Customers lyrics

Professional thugs, police raids
Federal bugs
Who else is here, Belvidere, several jugs
Home made rocks, eye-drops, and medical drugs
Selling you for revenue
Sell and use incredible plugs
A shell or two no respect
For you edible slugs
Execute feds arresting you
You confess to a lesser two
Without even pressing you
Before the questions through
You leaking street names and addresses too
The block fiends, I lock things
Stones I sling rock jeans
Grab Glocks cocked under boxed springs
Most niggas want money and power
Half of them niggas is funny and cowards
Get hit with dummies and flour
Most niggas sleeping, like lights out hours
But, I'm eating, trying to ice out hours
The spoon to the floor, the glass to the door
Take the flash off the Ford about
To mash on you all

It's Hustlers & Customers and
Niggas and snitches and
Players who want to profit and haters
Who want to stop it
It's snakes up in the grass and
Fakes who want your cash
Lock your daughter door and
Cock your fourty-four

I got few friendships
Cause friends tend to shift
Leave you to fend for yourself
In the midst defenseless
In any instance that right
Hand can turn witness
Had to develop long vision like senseless
View the business of hard white
I sat too close so now I read with far sight
Get money hand over like all
Right, homo or dyke, armor light
Red dots like record all white force
Nikes rhymes to short mics
My niggas rob Peters to pay
Pauls and extort Mikes
I don't pop Cris but to be Frank I
Was hurt when I heard they popped Chris
Now I'm moving mach-six
Y'all niggas is week, I'm leap year
Nothing to see here
Cops be at your house like
"There's Nothing To See Here"
L-U-P get it clear in each ear
Before you get it ear to ear and
Need mouth to mouth for wiling out

The basics: court cases and ignore faces
All you little jokers can keep your war faces
Niggas is easy to get
These Weezy and Smiths turn bracelets
Into Hinckley and Schmidt
Get ya stuck, they're drying their sleeves
Or exceed the recommended miles per
Hour trying to leave
If you pull your guns out
All the cowards will flee
Cause they can't front if they
Lose the power to breathe
I keep a good grip like OXO on the auto
Ready to cap from cop to Capo
Streets niggas get potholes
Carlos will get it in his paco
Pit's get parvo, peezy part, yo
Your peeps probably think pop be playing
Cause, I just started shitting
Like potty training
Just give me two killers and a raw
And I'mma keep your "City High
" without two niggas and a broad