Hillwood Hustlaz Ii Lyrics

Hillwood Hustlaz Ii lyrics

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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 out 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
Jammin
screwed, 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

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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 ho's 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

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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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