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Correct Hustlaz (Raw) Lyrics
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[Fila Phil] Started hittin' hustle when I was just lil' Then I grab me a mac, I say me first piece of steel-ah Killin' motherfuckers, god as my witness A young juvenile, goin' out like a menace Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer And my voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga Hands all bloody 'cause I'm hected for dope But I'ma pull out the gat and let the tec-9 smoke [Chorus:] 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 [Fila Phil] Big time hustlers and about all that cappin' Real, real niggaz all about kidnappin' Kidnappin' babies, kidnappin' niggaz Makin' fuckin' money with my finger on the trigga ?????? Motherfucker, pockets gettin' swolen Devil on my shoulders, and I better start rollin' Picked up the mack, now its time to kill Put the fuckin' clip into the automatic steel I ran out my house with the mack oh yes indeed Red eye, booted up, fawl smokin' that weed 'Cause I'm a big time hustla, big dope dealer Press Park, Desire, Florida killa Big time hustla, big dope dealer Calio, Melphomene, Magnolia killa Big time hustla, big dope dealer St. Bernard, St. Thomas, Chris killin' nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a you-haul so we can kidnap a nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a you-haul so we can kidnap a nigga [Fila Phil] Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin now Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a fuckin' hustle, hit that heroin [Fila Phil] Now I'm chillin' in the crack with my mack pulled 6 niggaz on the set up to no good, now I'm lookin' at the nigga, took the mack out That when I ran by the corner by a bad house Now they got my fuckin' 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 to go That's when they hit him up with the motherfuckin' calico Now I'm pissed off feelin'??????? Went to bussin' at them bitches with the 44 beam Punk fell down and I thought he was dead That's when I hit the hollow points up to his motherfuckin' head [Fila Phil] Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga [Chorus:] [Fila Phil] Now I'm creepin' in the Melph with my mack out 2 clips taped together 'cause I smoked out Then I ran around the corner, nigga thought I was chokin' Hit him with the mack, 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' Dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me I had him stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree I said now dime motherfuckers don't fuck 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 nigga And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Press Park nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Slaughter House nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Desire nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the street sweeper to a Florida nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a St. Bernard nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the calico to a Calio nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the 44 to a Melphomene nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Magnolia nigga Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the ak to a St. Thomas nigga Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my nigga dead-ah Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my nigga dead-ah I said I used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala Now I'm fuckin' known as a 9th Ward killa Used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala Now I'm fuckin' known as a Press Park killa, biotch!
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