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My life as a hustler Started by: Mtownmobsta on Feb 01, '09 11:08
I step out the door of my place in chicago. Light up a cigar and look at the landscape. it ain't like Mtown but it's a beautiful place, I think to himself.


i stand on the corner and push my product on the street out of the car i've "acquired". "Nething you need people!" I shout to crowds walking by, "Clothes, beer, rolexes, medications, u ask for it i'll get it somewhere!".


i move my merchandise on the streets of chicago, anyone that has money and doesn't seem like a cop to me. I kick up my tribute to Hayley on that venture, the boss deserves a taste.


later on in the afternoon, i get on the telegram and message different people i know in different cities about the drug prices of their locations. i get ahold of that crooked ass fbn agent as well, he's always helpful when it comes to pushing Barbs, Smack, and Blow. i pick up the drugs cheap enough to buy in chicago and fly to los angeles to move it real quick for a profit, give the family their piece on that.


I grab my gun and hit the seven eleven where that haji (middle-eastern man for the uneducated) works and rob his ass for the thousandth time, lol. stick the gun in his face, him shaking like a leaf and handing over the cash like the many times he has before, shit gets easier everytime i swear.


I ride my cadillac i got off somebody and cruise around looking for a bank i can make a quick buck off of. i drive to the outskirts of L.A. and find some shitty local bank, that's an easy mark. I pull my skull cap down over my face with the holes poked in them to expose my eyes and mouth. i grab my Colt .45 out from the passenger side seat and park the car in front of the bank. i keep the car running, count to three. i park the car, jump out the car quick and rush through the door grabbing the first customer i see. "EVERYBODY HANDS IN THE FUCKIN AIR!!!" I shout. i pop off a couple of rounds from my weapon and everybody screams falling to the floor. this small little dude i grabbed is confused as a motherfucker, guess he's never had agun to his head. "Put $600 dollars in a trash bag and throw it over the fuckin counter" I shout at the bank clerk. "If u don't do it i swear to god i will blow his head away!" cocking the .45 to the side of the customer's head making my point clear to the bank clerk. the bank clerk hurriedly put $600 dollars in the bag and tosses it over to me. i pick up one side of the bag quick to make sure there ain't no fake bills in that bag. "Aiight", i grab the customer and back up to the door making sure he stays in front of me, i ain't catching a bullet for nobody. when i get to the door i crack the hostage with the butt of my colt and run to the driver's side of my car. i get in quick put it in drive and haul ass out of the area, sirens going off in the distance. after making sure i wasn't followed i went to my safehouse, walking into my bare room. i grabbed my pipe out of my pocket and smoke some weed so i can get some sleep. another day another dollar, i think to myself.


i lay down on the full sized bed and pass out high as a kite off that green thinking of nothing but how im gonna make that dollar the next day.
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Wow, didn't know we are known as 'hustlers' already, thought this was something from the future!


(Yes I have been to the future with a microwave-timemachine so I know what they are going to call us later, don't ask where I got the microwave as it wasn't invented yet, important thing is that I used it. If you have any questions about the future, feel free to send me a message ;-D)
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nice piece M-town!


Just a day in the life of thug, gangster, hustler whatever you want to call it.

Hustlers been around since the begin of time. A hustle is a job Brood. Our job is crime.


*lites his joint and heads off to huslte*
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Everyone hustles, no matter what rank u are, what job u have, or whether it's legit or not. Everyone hustles.
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I promise to hustle

Good words Man you got it the right way
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I know what a hustler is Marley, but I didn't know hustler was a word used at the time this game is situated.
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RedDevil listens intently to the worlds spoken by Mtown and nods in agreement thinking that his day also revolves around the same sort of activities


I understand that you are a Hustler, BroodRoosterNL we all are to one extent or another, hustling drugs, hustling prosititutes to pad our wallets.


The only thing that I would advise to Mtown is staying away from the weed, you need to be sharp to survive.
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What was it.. Hustle Hustle Hustle??
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Well, at least I'd more like to call myself a businessman.

Smiles and wanders off
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can't wait to become a big timmer
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hustle hustle hustle


The greatest of us all.
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*after hustling all day long, steps out to the streets*

*overhears RedDevil*


Not the weed RedDevil! Not the weed!!


*lites a joint to keep himself sharp*
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businessman, hustler, the only difference between the two is that businessmen try to stay legit and hustlers don't care if it's legit or not, a dollar is a dollar my friend. weed's always mellowed me out and kept me from being over-anxious, everything i do just flows when i'm high.
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*raises hand and seconds that thought*
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