[spm talking]
Eh he he he he
Hustle town my city maan!
Born and raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raisin men in a big city
I know its hard
Let em know whats up filero
[verse 1: filero]
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin licks off tricks
Workin two jobs a dope deala and a pimp
Moms beggin me to stop everyday
So scared for me to walkâ¦. memory lane
But mom dont worry my teck protect well
I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell
But 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 dos
And if I kill well than thats just how the shit go
Pull yo strap
What am I supposed to sweat
This the third time today that I come close to death
[chorus: spm]
Hustle town hustle town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town
The shit dont stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town
The shit dont stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
[verse 2: spm]
Set em up
Wet em up
Etceteras
Tell ya treasura
Empty the regista
Shit serious
Ill give ya life a period
Well here he is
The kid with experience
Dont start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell em where his heart is
Blue light
Who die?
Tonight
Maybe over two dice
Maybe cause he blew fry
On top of ya
With the hillwood mafia
Hard hittin hustlas
Beat the draws off of ya
Knowledge
While my shit be flawless
Dope house records step into my office
[chorus: spm]
{lord loco talking]
Its ya boy lord loco
Know what Im talkin bout
Representin that h-town wit my boy spm
Theres a lot of frauds out there know what Im sayin
What you think bout them fraud ass niggas los?
[verse 3: spm]
Jackin jaws
Im packin balls
Smoke and split
I give mo gifts than santa clause
Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mista da masta mystical mexican maniac
Competition ha ha
You muthafuckas make me laugh
You a bitch if you hatin on my houston hits
I fight devils like you wit a crucifix
Ruthless shit
With a shotty
Take ya body
Gun kung fu
Mixed wit ak karate
Im sorry but you the past like atari
As I smoke like marley
Stay brown like charlie
[chorus: spm]
