[Chorus 2X's]
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Now come follow me
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Down yellow brick road
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To easier to see
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Hillwood Hustla
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Got what you need
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[Verse 1]
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It were plain to see
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Since the age of three
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One day dope fiends'll be pagin me
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I got crunk in the game niggas knew my name
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Hillwood the place I gain my fame
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16 in a 7-7 Seville
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Smoke grey gold trim big daddy grill
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Back in '86 I was choppin bricks
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To think a damn paper made ?? rich
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I got love for the hustlas in every hood
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But hate in your heart it'll never be good
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I feel blessed but confess
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I blow sess for my stress
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Its that Mex with a S on my chest
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None the less I was real with the homies
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With the O-Z's running from the police
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No peace blow sweets on cold streets
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Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes]
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[Verse 2]
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My money triple sippin ripple living simple
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Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
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Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
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Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
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Used to catch a raid bout every six months
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Just a check up to see if id slip once
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Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit
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I can slide in my sandals but never will I slip
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Undercovers hit the set man yall funny
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Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
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Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
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Fool I know your face and my boys I done hipped em
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They want me bad so mad as they burn off
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Fucking with them hoes now my blunt done turned off
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No other way just another day on the spot
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If you play then you pay it dont never stop [echoes]
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[Verse 3]
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I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook
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Living in the land where the coke is cooked
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Where hoes get took and the choke is good
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Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hood
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That lonely Wood where his homies stood
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Trying to change myself if I only could
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Im just your Hillwood Hustla street rhyme rustler
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Blowing more smoke than a broke down muffler
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But I'm taking losses
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It aint easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
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Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
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Risking life and your freedom for a buck or two
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Still I feel if you loose control homie youse a ho
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Real g's keep they life on cruise control
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When the police kick door and raid my crib
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I tell em pigs of the slippers thats not what I did [echoes]
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Wizard Of Oz
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |