Hustle Town

Hustle town, my city man. Born, and raised baby. Yo, I dedicate this jam to all the single mother's. Raising men in a big city, I know it's hard. Let 'em know what's up, Fileddo. I sell drugs with thugs, hittin' licks off tricks. Working two jobs, a dope dealer and a pimp. Mom beggin' me to stop, everyday. So scared for me to walk Memorie Lane. But mom, don't worry. My tech protect well. I told ya'll one day this rap shit gonna sell. Cause my heart been broke from the start. Since the day my father died when I was seven in the Park. So I wrote the book. How to pimp hoes, and kick doors. And if I kill, well thats just how the shit goes. Pull your strap. What, am I supposed to sweat? This the third time today I come close to death. *chorous* Hustle town, hustle town, the city of dreams Where we creep through the hood And we serve them dope fiends. Hustle town, the shit don't stop Roll rental cars and we keep the glock cocked. (x2) Set 'em up, wet 'em up, etc. Tell your treasura, empty the regista Shit serious, I give your life a period. Well here he is, it's the kid with experience. Don't start shit. Mistake me for an artist. Flash in the dark, someone tell him where his heart is. Good life would die tonight maybe over two dice maybe cuz he blew fried on top yall with that hillwood mafia hard hittin hustlas beat the draws of a ya. Knowledge all my shit to be flawless. Dope House Records Step into my office. *chorous* Still pourin loco, know wat im talkin about? yea, represent that H-Town Wit my boy Spm Homes, I' ve noticed theirs alot of frauds out there,, know what im sayin What you think about these fraud ass niggas los? you jackin jaws, Im packin balls, Spark em Spliff, i get more gift than Santa Claus, put for cold forty once an a sack a hay, chug a lug for the thugs who don pass away Mista masticle mistacle mexican maniac, competition? you muthafukas make laugh yous a bitch if you hating on my houston hits fight devils like you with a crucafix, shoot the shit with a shotty, shake your body Gun Kung Fu, mixed with A-K Karake Im Sorry, but you the past like Atari Yes i smoke like marley, stay brown like charlie *chorous* --- Hustle Town - South Park Mexican