Lyrics

[Verse 1] I must of been raised on city streets Just to be the chosen one Playin golf with me nine iron Gotta bust a hole in one Like them hits squads Do them quick jobs I'm gonna get gunned down Me lickin them shots Never let nobody get passed one round I be the son of a G and gun blaster Them gonna be casper Me pulling much faster Daddy left me basterdly As a G at last I see Now bow dow thow so call me daddy streets Gotta rain like rain man Executed me game plan It's a bird in a plane Comin from the main land Me living thе high life Keepin an eye out for thе drive by And swear to the lord that's war This what? fool died by why lie Mira high guy That man was so fried from formaldehyde I'm ready to die when the bags fly Then jump on the mic and sound alive Makin me blocks Smokin me rocks Steady be hittin me licks Smokers expected the two one action Cut flex as big as them bricks Collections from the connections Cashin checks into the safe Tryina get it crank Now gotta crunk Mom want me to stop but I just can't Just smokin my ses as I rest on top of the hill Come chill with the real deal Me packin the steal that kills in trills Guardin my grill in the battle field Me poppin led pills for dollar bills Me kill, me feel no love Keepin these fiends in they pipe dreams In these h-town streets on up Hold up Were all the meanin for the fienin in my neighborhood? They huntin me down for more I'm guessin my caine was good From day one, it begun Me life was not straight Now I become the one these dirty cops hate [Hook] Hustla from the pen South Park Mexican Freeworld to the pen South Park Mexican [Verse 2] Steady sneaking loud from a cloud in the sky Higher than a kite flies Shank that will pull my brise But I might tell them white lies Me kickin it just how it goes Skippin all of the rest Me say it for all of you hoes Passin my trick the killer man says "Be live with the mic Yeah, you like me to be See my life through the eyes of a child from the street" Crackin the back of your cranium Aimin them like basukas Them pigs never book us Me pimpin them telephone hookas Look cause U better surrender Remember me in the pretenda No plans in my agenda Get surved by the bullet bartender Never let a fredge at last gun Them askin to catch one Realease them killa bees hit your knees Me get yo back stomped You started all of the ruckes Along with the rest of them bustas Them struck by the buck shot Pump out suckers The game so perila though Still I blow Killa smoke Kick a door down For a bird in the stereo Gotta tell the secrets of the streets Reveal them on beats Who cheats creeps deep in the dawn Just lik the Grim Reaps Take a peep out ya window Watch him go, creepin up slim holes Now I kick them flows Selling indo with all of my kinfolks I got them so sick when I let them hoes know I still don't want them to trip yet, cause I still got so much more flow [Hook] Hustla from the pen South Park Mexican Freeworld to the pen South Park Mexican [Verse 3] Didn't get no scholarship Never hit that college lick Made bustin them hollow tips Rollin with me street knowledge click Me chop a brick Leavin jackers and dirty tricks dead We are legit With birds that lay about 36 eggs Clip on my hip Slip slide in my ride Glid like plied Except when me brain is fryed Pops never lied when he was tellin the laws of the world Stay strapped Never turn your back Infact that jack was planned by your girl Alot of my homies have passed behind that ass workin out they set up Somebody gonna get wetter Im fed-up, loadin on my led up Cause I slang caine here mary jane brain there Here I hang there I bang Every day the same thang We the hillwood hustlers Servin up loyal custumers Don't trust them bust em Cause if that don't work then nothing does Better be a wise one Then maybe you won't gotta die son We bringin them doom as soon as a gloom with and a black moves rizon We the tough red rough necks So which one of yoy little punks next? Me preacher run out of the room every time that I confess Them say that I'm loveless But they givin a lovely what? Take a bubble bath Smokin me indo with me scrubby duck It's kinda funny but ya better be bringing a killer clan If your plan be to stand Then jack with h-town trigga man Never ran Never will Still build caps in the south side Deep in them hellified hills But them still gotta hear my out cry [Hook] Hustla from the pen South Park Mexican Freeworld to the pen South Park Mexican Hustla from the pen South Park Mexican Freeworld to the pen South Park Mexican