[SPM talking]
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Eh he he he he
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Hustle Town my city maan!
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Born and raised baby
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Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
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Raisin' men in a big city
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I know it's hard
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Let 'em know what's up Filero
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[Verse 1: Filero]
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I sell drugs with thugs
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Hittin' licks off tricks
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Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp
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Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday
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So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane
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But Mom don't worry my teck protect well
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I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell
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But my heart been broke from the start
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Since the day my father died when I was seven in the park
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So I wrote the book
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How to pimp hoes and kick do's
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And if I kill well than that's just how the shit go
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Pull yo strap
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What am I supposed to sweat
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This the third time today that I come close to death
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[Chorus: SPM]
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Hustle Town Hustle Town
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The city of dreams
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Where we creep through the hood
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And we serve them dope fiends
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Hustle Town
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The shit don't stop
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Roll rental cars
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And we keep the glock cocked
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Hustle Town
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The city of dreams
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Where we creep through the hood
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And we serve them dope fiends
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Hustle Town
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The shit don't stop
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Roll rental cars
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And we keep the glock cocked
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[Verse 2: SPM]
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Set 'em up
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Wet 'em up
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Etceteras
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Tell ya treasura
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Empty the regista
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Shit serious
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I'll give ya life a period
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Well here he is
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The kid with experience
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Don't start shit
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Mistake me for an artist
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Flash in the dark
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Someone tell 'em where his heart is
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Blue light
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Who die?
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Tonight
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Maybe over two dice
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Maybe cause he blew fry
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On top of ya
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With the Hillwood Mafia
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Hard hittin' hustlas
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Beat the draws off of ya
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Knowledge
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While my shit be flawless
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Dope House Records step into my office
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[Chorus: SPM]
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[Lord Loco talking]
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It's ya boy Lord Loco
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Know what I'm talkin' bout
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Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM
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There's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin'
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What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?
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[Verse 3: SPM]
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Jackin' jaws
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I'm packin' balls
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Smoke and split
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I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause
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Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay
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Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
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Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac
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Competition ha ha
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You muthafuckas make me laugh
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You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits
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I fight devils like you wit a crucifix
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Ruthless shit
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With a shotty
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Take ya body
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Gun Kung Fu
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Mixed wit AK Karate
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I'm sorry but you the past like Atari
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As I smoke like Marley
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Stay Brown like Charlie
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[Chorus: SPM]
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Hustle Town
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| South Park Mexican (SPM) |
