Artst: Lil Fame & Termanology f/ Bun B Album: Fizzyology Song: Hustler's Ringtone Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [sample from "Poisonous Products" by Boogie Down Productions] "Make it sweet, NOW!!" [Intro: Termanology] + (Lil Fame) Get dat guap, gotta get dat guap Get, get dat guap, gotta get dat guap Get, get dat guap, gotta get dat guap Gotta get dat guap, get, get dat guap (This is the ringtone...) (Hustler's ringtone...) Get dat guap, gotta get dat guap Gotta get dat guap, get, get dat guap [Termanology] So what? I sell twenty dollar bags of the lye Smoke half the weed and I never throw five I'm so live, I could sell a honey jar to a beehive and they'd never realize I'm so true, and so fool like I rolled through a black church sellin soul food ("NOW!!") Huh, so if you like the watch The shit stolen, but it shine, call it +Icy Hot+ Ch'eah; and I ain't stressin if I might get dropped cause I never been signed, see the way that I rhyme I'm a hustler muh'fucker I don't follow the line I'll sell anything that God's mind made or designed Outrageous is how I'm, comin off to some people You still can't deny the boy stay on his grind I'm a grade A hustler, smuggler, embezzler And since you a customer go holla at the register [Chorus: Termanology] + (Lil Fame) (This is the ringtone...) Get get dat guap (Hustler's ringtone...) Get get dat guap (I sell it for cheap homes...) Gotta get dat guap (Got what you need homes...) Get dat guap (Hit me on my cell phone...) Get get dat guap (This is the ringtone...) Get, get dat guap, gotta get dat guap Gotta get dat guap, get, get dat guap [Bun B] Let's get it... yeah~! You already know it's Mr. No Promo Give me beats by Primo, I go in, no homo Give me beats by Fame I'll make you +Famous+ like +Billy+ +Danze+ keep your hands where I can see 'em - no really "Get 'Em High" like Talib, cause the heater sittin next to my rib, is ready and willin, cause that's how I live ("NOW!!") Gotta get home to my kids, wifey and mommy too So for nothin less than that, homey I will body you Wrap up rappers like candy; with the microphone I'm kinda handy so sucker MC's can't stand me Twinkle toes niggaz dressin dandy I fuck over your plan A, so try a plan B! (Aw naw) Term' said that tight pants is for chicks And some of you cats got cameltoes instead of dicks (Instead of dicks) Pause!! You got a pussy in your drawers Hear my ringtone and haters start callin the laws Pack it up we gotta go [Chorus] [Termanology] Soon as I wakes up doe! Aiyyo, whatever he slang he do it on prepaid It's no trace when he gettin his papes I stretch, 9 eightballs out a O-Z Fuck that 3.5 shit we sell 'em for 3 Huh, I cakes up, soon as I wake up Got a hundred grams in the room I gotta break up ("NOW!!") Break down, bag up Ship it out, re-up You wanna stretch it you gotta recompress it And if they wanna test it you tell 'em hit the exit (Fuck outta here!) 'Less they wanna cook, they you gotta sell 'em raw Sell 'em that butter shit, they comin back for more 'til 3 or 4, round 5 or 6 They be comin back around for another fix I know this other chick, she be whylin out Two cheeseburgers talkin 'bout "I'll suck yo' dick!" (Fuck you say?) [Chorus]