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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Vocals
Filero
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
Lawrence Gurule
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Coy
Producer
Arthur Coy Jr.
Executive Producer
Shetoro Henderson
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hustle town, my city, man
Born and raised, baby
Yo, I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raising men in the big city
I know it's hard
Let 'em know what's up, Filetto
[Verse 2]
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks
Workin' two jobs, a dope dealer and a pimp
Mom beggin' me to stop
Everyday, so scared for me to walk
Memory lane
But mom, don't worry
My tec protect well
I told ya one day this rap shit gon' sell
'Cause my heart been broke from the start, since the day my father died
When I was 7 in the park
So I wrote the book, how to pimp hoes and kick doors
And if I kill, well, that's just how that shit goes
Pull yo strap
What, am I supposed to sweat?
This the third time today I've come close to death
[Verse 3]
Hustle town, hustle town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town, this shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked
Hustle town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town, this shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked
[Verse 4]
Set 'em up, wet 'em up, etcetera
Tell your treasurer, empty the register
Shit's serious, I give your life a period
Well, here he is, it's the kid with experience
Don't start shit, mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark, someone tell him where his heart is
Blue light, who died?
Tonight, maybe over two dice
Maybe 'cause he blew fry
On top of y'all with the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlers
Beat the drawls off of ya
Knowledge, why my shit be flawless
Dope House Records, step into my office
[Verse 5]
Hustle town, hustle town, the city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town, this shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked
Hustle town, the city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town, this shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked
[Verse 6]
It's ya boy, Lord Loco, know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Representing that H-town, my boy, SPM
And somebody said, a lot of frauds out there, y'know what I'm saying?
So what you think about these fraud-ass ****, Los?
[Verse 7]
You jackin' jaws, I'm packin' balls
Spark a spliff, I get more gifts than Santa Claus
With a cold forty ounce, and a sack of hay
Chug-a-lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mr. Masterful, Mr. Cool Mexican Maniac
Competition, you muthafuckas make me laugh
You's a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits
Fight Devils like you with a crucifix
Shoot the shit
With a shotty, shake ya body
Gun kung-fu mixed with AK karate, I'm sorry
But you the past like Atari, as I smoke like Marley
Stay brown like Charlie
[Verse 8]
Hustle town, hustle town, the city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town, this shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked
Hustle town, the city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends
Hustle town, this shit don't stop
Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked
Written by: Carlos Coy, Lawrence Gurule