Hustlaz Lyrics – Fila Phil
Singer: Fila Phil
Title: Hustlaz
Started hittin’ hustle when i was just lil’
Then i grab me a mac, i say me first piece of steel-ah
Killin’ m#th*rf#ck*rs, god as my witness
A young juvenile, goin’ out like a menace
Chillin’ on the set, i see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin’ kidnap that n#gg#
Hands all bloody ’cause i’m hected for dope
So i’ma pull out the gat and let the tec-9 smoke
Where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
Big time hustlers and about all that cappin’
Real, real n#gg#s all about kidnappin’
Kidnappin’ babies, kidnappin’ n#gg#s
Makin’ f#ckin’ money with my finger on the trigga
Robbing m#th*rf#ck*rs, pockets gettin’ swollen
Devil on my shoulders, saying i better start rollin’
Picked up the mac now its time to kill
Put the f#ckin’ clip into the automatic steel-ah
Ran out my house with the mack oh yes indeed
Red eyes booted up from smoking that weed
Cause i’m big time hustla big dope dealer
Press park , desire , florida killer
Big time hustla big dope dealer
Calio, melphomene, magnolia killa
Big time hustla, big dope dealer
St. bernard, st. thomas, chris killin’ n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let’s steal a u-haul so we can kidnap a n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let’s steal a u-haul so we can kidnap a n#gg#
Gots to be real, got it goin’ on, before i hit a hustle, hit that her#in now
Gots to be real, got it goin’ on, before i hit a hustle, hit that her#in
Now i’m chillin’ in the crack with my mac full
6 n#gg#s on the set up to no good, now i’m lookin’ at the n#gg# take the mack out
Thats when i ran around the corner by pat house
Now they got my f#ckin’ boy on the corner
And if i spray the tec, best believe my boy’s a goner
Yellin’ down the street, tryin’ to tell my boy go
Thats when they ate him up with that motherf#ckin’ calico-ah
Now i’m pissed off feeling up with steam
I went to bussin’ at them b#tches with the 44 beam
One fell down and i thought he was dead
Thats when i empty the hollow points into his motherf#ckin’ head
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, it’s time to go to war
You shouldn’t have killed my f#ckin’ n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, it’s time to go to war
You shouldn’t have killed my f#ckin’ n#gg#
Chorus}
Where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
Where my hustlers at
I said now where my hustlers at
Now i’m creepin’ in the melph with my mac out
2 clips taped together ’cause im spooked out
Then i ran around the corner, n#gg# thought i was joking
Hit him with the mac tore his chest wide open
When he fell down, his boys went a runnin
I had another clip, i put it in and start gunnin’
Die m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t f#ck with me
I had him stankin’ for days, hangin’ up in a tree
I said now dir m#th*rf#ck*rs don’t f#ck with me
I had him stankin’ for days, hangin’ up in a tree
So won’t ya snort a powder bag, snort a bag of dope
So won’t ya snort a powder bag, snort a bag of dope
So won’t ya snort a powder a bag, snort a bag of dope
So won’t ya snort a powder a bag, snort a bag of dope
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a n#gg#
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a n#gg#
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a press park n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a slaughter house n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a desire n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the street sweeper to a florida n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a st. bernard n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the calico to a calio n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the 44 to a melphomene n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a magnolia n#gg#
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the ak to a st. thomas n#gg#
Gots to be real, got it goin’ on, before i hit a hustle, hit that her#in
Gots to be real, got it goin’ on, before i hit a hustle, hit that her#in
Lil sorry, we used to get red-ah, i can’t believe my n#gg# dead-ah
Lil sorry, we used to get red-ah, i can’t believe my n#gg# dead-ah
I said i used to be a soulja, now i’m comin’ reala
Now i’m f#ckin’ known as a 9th ward killa
Used to be a soulja, now i’m comin’ now i’m ducking known as a presspark killer bioch……………..
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