| Yo, yo
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| I want to welcome
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| Welcome everybody to Hustle Town
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| Are we recording?
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| Alright, let’s do this fellas
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| Word
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| All
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| For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock
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| For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock
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| For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock
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| For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock
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| For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock
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| For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock
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| For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock
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| For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock (For years, homeboy, for years)
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| Now
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| If you wanna battle me, then it’s on
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| I’m blowed, while I’m
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| Creeping up, with a my tech, so now you’re gone
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| You shouldn’t have tried
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| That set up, now you ass is gettin' wet up
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| Cause real G’s from the
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| South east’ll leave you haters, tryin' to get up
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| You’ll definitely get
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| Dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish
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| And on your grave
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| I tag, it’s the motherfuckin' Rican you don’t mess with
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| So let me keep stressing that
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| Lesson, to all y’all players and y’all haters
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| Haters keep watching y’all back
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| And y’all players keep creeping and stacking that
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| Paper
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| Now
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| Now
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| Why do these haters wanna plex
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| Why do they wanna be starting mess
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| Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest, cause I really don’t think that you
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| wanna test
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| This Mex
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| Comin' straight out the south east side of that Tex, so if there’s
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| Something you gotta get off your chest, it’s best that you don’t express it
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| It’s hard enough for a Mexican, so I really don’t need all that plexin'
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| There’s all kinds of player haters out there, so beware, let me tell you 'bout
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| those
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| First, you got them fraud ass hoes
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| Then you got them fraud popo’s
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| Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street who just wanna plex and take
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| yours
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| Repeat Guess who’s back, from the pen, out to win
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| Sipping gin, with my kinfolk
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| Gots the grin on
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| My face, when I come through
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| If you ain’t down with these G’s
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| Motherfuck you
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| Cause that’s a straight up
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| Struggle in my barrio
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| Second Ward
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| Gettin' high on the patio
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| And when I’m wet
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| I’m a threat, to a rival set
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| I get respect
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| When I step
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| With my new tech
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| Don’t sweat
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| I, check hoes daily
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| On the regular
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| Talkin' to your lady
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| On the cellular
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| Creepin' on the lowride
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| In the middle of the night
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| With no lights
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| And the .45
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| Chilling at the Dope House
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| Low G
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| Is something you don’t know about
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| Little tricks
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| On my dick, 24/7
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| Treat them like a bitch
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| Still got them hoes beggin'
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| Keep it real for my people
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| I fear no evil
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| Stay high
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| Til I die, flyin' like a eagle
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| And as you know
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| Repeat You’re superficial
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| Talkin' 'bout life with a pistol
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| But you’se a ho, livin' life clean as a whistle
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| My missiles
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| Oh, they do leave body dimples
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| Attack your whole staff
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| Like a pack
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| Full of pitbulls
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| You simple
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| I’m complex
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| And comin' on next
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| Oh, take a wild guess
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| That South Park Mex
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| Spark sess, blow smoke in the darkness
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| You don’t wanna start mess with the heartless
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| I be the smartest
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| Hottest
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| Artist
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| My GM shine brighter than the golden arches
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| Shootin' star, yes
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| Oh, trick
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| No, blow
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| Endo, before they kick door
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| Then flip coke
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| Tip-toe, to the top
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| Tellin' thug tales
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| Of wicked love spells
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| Hoes and drug sales
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| Some fell
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| In fact, it’s most
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| So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke
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| Repeat H-Town
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| Hustle Town
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| Did this for y’all
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| My boy, Low G
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| No love for every neighborhood
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| In this world
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| No set trippin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Block of Rock , by - SPM. Song from the album Best of the Best, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп