Hustla

Fila Phil

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Fila Phil


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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
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
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 niggas all about kidnappin'
Kidnappin' babies, kidnappin' niggas
Makin' fuckin' money with my finger on the trigga
Robbing motherfuckers, pockets gettin' swollen
Devil on my shoulders, saying I better start rollin'
Picked up the mac now its time to kill
Put the fuckin' 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' nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a nigga
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a nigga
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 hustle, hit that heroin

Now I'm chillin' in the crack with my mac full
Six niggas on the set up to no good, now I'm lookin' at the nigga take the mack out
That's when I ran around the corner by Pat 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 go
That's when they ate him up with that motherfuckin' calico-ah
Now I'm pissed off feeling up with steam
I Went to bussin' at them bitches with the forty-four beam
One fell down and I thought he was dead
That's when I empty the hollow points into his motherfuckin' head

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

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
Two clips taped together 'cause Im spooked out
Then I ran around the corner, nigga thought I was joking
Hit him with the mac tore his chest wide open
When he fell down, his boys went a running
I had another clip, I put it in and start gunnin'
Die motherfuckers don't f*ck with me
I'LL have you stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree
I said now die motherfuckers don't f*ck with me
I'll you 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 forty-four 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 nineth 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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Written by: Philip Anthony

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