"Hillwood Hustlaz II" lyrics
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
I'll take my gun, and make you run
'Cause it really don't make me numb
Slip through the hood, dope, I cook
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now, watch, y'all 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
Momma's happy, daddy's cool
What about you, what do you do
If you young, stay in school
We stay true, Dope House crew
Smokin' yabba-dabba-doo
Jammin' Screw, 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
Tryin' to jump your own fence
Have you tryin' to jump your own fence
Jump your own fence
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
You haters ain't no friend of mine
Boys, don't wanna let me shine
But that's all fine, take in mine
Bust a rhyme, like a nine
How many times do I have to tell y'all
All my life, I've been called a "failure"
Write my friends in the pen
"Are y'all gettin' these letters I mailed ya?"
Rock-and-roll, optimals
Then go eat at Poppa Dough's
So many hoes in the club
Pull my cash and buy them all a rose
'84, 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
Momma 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 monte
A.K. Senor Charlie Brown
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
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 were 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-up 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'm 'a die like one
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
I'll take my gun, and make you run
'Cause it really don't make me numb
Slip through the hood, dope, I cook
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now, watch, y'all 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
Momma's happy, daddy's cool
What about you, what do you do
If you young, stay in school
We stay true, Dope House crew
Smokin' yabba-dabba-doo
Jammin' Screw, 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
Tryin' to jump your own fence
Have you tryin' to jump your own fence
Jump your own fence
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
You haters ain't no friend of mine
Boys, don't wanna let me shine
But that's all fine, take in mine
Bust a rhyme, like a nine
How many times do I have to tell y'all
All my life, I've been called a "failure"
Write my friends in the pen
"Are y'all gettin' these letters I mailed ya?"
Rock-and-roll, optimals
Then go eat at Poppa Dough's
So many hoes in the club
Pull my cash and buy them all a rose
'84, 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
Momma 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 monte
A.K. Senor Charlie Brown
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
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 were 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-up 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'm 'a die like one
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
Hillwood hustlers
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons
