Yeah. Yeah.
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Chorus:
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Now come follow me
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Down Yellow Brick Road
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To Wizard of Oz
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Hillwood Hustla'
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Got what you need. [x2]
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Verse 1:
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It were plain to see
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Since the age of 3
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One day dope fiends would be pagin' me
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I got crunk in the game
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Niggas knew my name
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Hillwood, the place I gained my fame.
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16, in a '77 Seville
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Smoke gray, gold trim, Big Daddy grill
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Back in '86, I was choppin' bricks
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To think a damn Papermate got me rich
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I got love for the hustlaz in every hood
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With hate in your heart it'll never be good
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I feel blessed but confess
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I blow cess for my stress
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It's that Mex with a S on my chest.
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Nonetheless, I wish well for the homies
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With the OZ's runnin' from the police
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No peace, blow sweets on cold streets
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Dope fiends go bring a nigga mo' green.
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Chorus:
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Now come follow me
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Down Yellow Brick Road
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To Wizard of Oz
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Hillwood Hustla'
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Got what you need. [x2]
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Verse 2:
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My money triples, sippin' Ripple
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Livin' simple. Rollin' paper squares
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Out a fat ass nickel
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Tricks 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 'about every 6 months
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Just to check up to see if I'd slip once
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Call it one time some rhyme 'about this shit
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I can slide in my sandals
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But never will I slip.
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Undercovers hit the set, Man ya'll funny
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Takin' them crumbs & givin' marked money
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Tryin' to convict 'em, I ain't fallin' victim
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Fool I know your face & my boys I done hipped 'em
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They want me bad so mad as they burned off
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Fuckin' 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 don't ever stop.
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Chorus:
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Now come follow me
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Down Yellow Brick Road
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To Wizard of Oz
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Hillwood Hustla'
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Got what you need. [x2]
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Verse 3:
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I wrote this book 'about the hopeless crook
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Livin' in the land where the coke is cooked
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Where hoes get took & the joke is good
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Where smokers hooked in a soldier's hood
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That Lonely Wood, where his homies stood
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Tryin' to change myself if I only could
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I'm just your Hillwood Hustla'
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Street rhyme rustler
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Blowin' mo' smoke than a broke down muffler.
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But I'm takin' losses
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It ain't easy workin' jobs with no fuckin' bosses
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Sellin' dope is the hardest thing a guy can do.
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Risk your life & your freedom for a buck or 2.
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Still I feel if you lose control, homey yousa hoe
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Real G's keep they life on cruise control
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When the police kick door & raid my crib
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I tell 'em Pigs are for slippers. That's not what I did.
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Chorus:
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Now come follow me
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Down Yellow Brick Road
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To Wizard of Oz
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Hillwood Hustla'
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Got what you need. [x2]
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Wizard-of-Oz
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