| Eh he he he he 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 its hard
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| Let em know whats up 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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| Moms beggin me to stop everyday
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| So scared for me to walkâ¦. |
| memory lane
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| But mom dont 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 dos
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| And if I kill well than thats just how the shit go 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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| 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 dont 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 dont stop
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| Roll rental cars
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| And we keep the glock cocked
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| Set em up Wet em up 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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| Ill give ya life a period
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| Well here he is The kid with experience
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| Dont 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 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 With the hillwood mafia
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| Hard hittin hustlas
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| Beat the draws off of ya 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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| {lord loco talking]
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| Its ya boy lord loco
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| Know what Im talkin bout
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| Representin that h-town wit my boy spm
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| Theres a lot of frauds out there know what Im sayin
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| What you think bout them fraud ass niggas los?
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| Jackin jaws
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| Im 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 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 Mixed wit ak karate
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| Im sorry but you the past like atari
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| As I smoke like marley
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| Stay brown like charlie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustle Town , by - SPM. Song from the album Hustle Town, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп