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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Vocals
Blocc
Vocals
Eddie G
Vocals
Low G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jose DeLeon
Producer
Lawrence Gurule
Producer
Carlos Coy
Producer
Shetoro Henderson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
I wanna welcome, welcome everybody to Hustle Town
We's, are we recordin'?
Alright, let's do this, fellas
Word
[Verse 2]
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
(For years, homeboy, for years)
[Verse 3]
Now, if you wanna battle me, then it's on
I'm blow while I'm creepin' up with my TEC
So now you're gone
You shouldn't have tried that set-up
Now your ass is gettin' wet up
'Cause real G's from the southeast'll leave you haters tryna get up
You'll definitely get dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish
And on your grave, I tag
It's the motherfucking Rican you don't mess with
So let me keep stressin' that lesson
To all y'all players and y'all haters
Haters, keep watchin' y'all back
And y'all players, keep creepin' and stackin' that paper
[Verse 4]
Now, now, why do these haters wanna plex?
Why do they wanna be startin' mess?
Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest
'Cause I really don't think that you wanna test this Mex'
Comin' straight out the southeast side of that Tex'
So if there's something you gotta get off your chest
It's best that you don't express it
It's hard enough for a Mexican, so I really don't need all that plexin'
There's all kinda playa haters out there
So beware, let me tell you 'bout those
First, you got them fraud-ass hoes
Then you got them fraud popos
Then you got them fraud-ass ****
In the streets who just wanna plex and take yours
[Verse 5]
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
(For years, ****, for years)
[Verse 6]
Guess who's back from the pen'
Out to win, sippin' gin with my kinfolk?
Gots the grin on my face when I come through
If you ain't down with these G's, motherfuck you
'Cause that's the straight up struggle in my barrio
Second Ward, gettin' high on the patio
And when I'm wet, I'm a threat to a rival set
I get respect when I step with my new TEC
Don't sweat, I check hoes daily, on the regular
Talkin' to your lady on the cellular
Creepin' on the lowride in the middle of the night
With no lights and the .45
Chillin' at the dope house, low G
Is somethin' you don't know about
Little tricks on my dick 24/7
Treat 'em like a bitch, still got them hoes beggin'
Keep it real for my people, I fear no evil
Stay high till I die, flyin' like a eagle, huh
(And as you know)
[Verse 7]
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
[Verse 8]
You superficial, talkin' 'bout life with a pistol
But you's a ho, livin' clean as a whistle
My missiles, oh, they do leave body dimples
Attack your whole staff like a pack full of pit bulls
You simple, I'm complex and comin' on next
Oh, take a wild guess, that South Park Mex'
Spark sess, blow smoke in the darkness
You don't wanna start mess with the heartless
I be the smartest, hottest artist
My GM shine brighter than the golden arches
Shootin' star, yes, oh, trick, no, blow
Endo before they kick door, then flip coke
Tip-toe to the top tellin' thug tales
Of wicked love spells, hoes, and drug sales
Some fell, in fact, it's most
So a toast to my **** who died in the smoke
[Verse 9]
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
For years, I've been workin' on the block of rock
For years, I've been keepin' nina Glock on cock
[Verse 10]
H-Town, we be workin' on the block on this for y'all (Yo, Hustle Town)
My boy Low G
Yo, love for every neighborhood in this world
No set trippin' (Much love)
Written by: Carlos Coy