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Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We
run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons
First Verse:
I'll take my gun
and make you run
Cuz it really don't make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I
could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now
watch y'all look
Go by the book, charge I shook
It's that Mexican dance with
wolves
Swimmin' pools, we some fools
Diamonds and them ruby jewels
Makin' moves,
gator shoes
Just last week I made the news
They accused but I won't lose
Mama's
happy, Daddy's cool
What about you? What do you do?
If you young, stay in
school
We stay true, Dopehouse crew
Smokin' yabba dabba doo
Jam this crew, we brand
new
Followin' up this plan I drew
SP-Mex bubble jet
Countin' dollars and them
cents
Kick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own
fence
Chorus
Second Verse:
You haters ain't no friend of
mine
Boys don't wanna let me shine
That's all fine, take in mind
Bust a rhyme, like a
nine
How many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a
failure
Write my friends in the pen
"Are you gettin' these letters I mailed ya?"
Rock
and roll, opthimals
Then go eat at Poppa Dough's
So many hoes in the club
Pull my
cash and buy them all a rose
Eighty-four, the story goes
On about that boy
Carlos
Sippin' fours, hittin' dro
But never put nothin' up my nose
Body froze, casket
closed
Nightmares of the life I chose
Try my dope and overdose
Suckin' up my killer
flow
Freestyle pro, style: girbauds
Silky socks and matchin' clothes
Mama told me
life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes
Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke
Silly
question, do I smoke?
Breakfast? Milk and Quaker oats
Eighty thousand dollar
boat
Better not puff, better not pout
SPM is in your town
El Coyote in el mote, a.k.
Senor Charlie Brown
Chorus
Third Verse:
The barbarian
Look
where we buried him
In the hole, right next to the librarian
I married in, to the very
end
Have your kids askin', "Daddy, who are those scary men?"
Make a stripper bitch, wanna
be my fuckin' wife
She told me "This the biggest tip I ever got in my life"
Nothin' can
save us, starched, stuffed Ben Davis
Sellin' dope, to my coked out neighbors
First full
trip and let my clip get to rippin'
Blood drippin' out his shit, tryin' to run, but he
limpin'
I come from the slums, survived on crumbs
I live like a man, and I'ma die like
one
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