[SPM talking]
Eh he he he he
Hustle Town my city maan!

Born and raised baby
Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raisin' men in a big city

I know it's hard
Let 'em know what's up Filero


[Verse 1: Filero]
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks

Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp
Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday
So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane

But Mom don't worry my teck protect well
I told ya one day this rap %#@! gone sell
But my heart been broke from the start

Since the day my father died when I was seven in the park
So I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes and kick do's

And if I kill well than that's just how the %#@! go
Pull yo strap
What am I supposed to sweat

This the third time today that I come close to death

[Chorus: SPM]

Hustle Town Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood

And we serve them dope fiends
Hustle Town
The %#@! don't stop

Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock @@#!ed
Hustle Town

The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dope fiends

Hustle Town
The %#@! don't stop
Roll rental cars

And we keep the glock @@#!ed

[Verse 2: SPM]

Set 'em up
Wet 'em up
Etceteras

Tell ya treasura
Empty the regista
%#@! serious

I'll give ya life a period
Well here he is
The kid with experience

Don't start %#@!
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark

Someone tell 'em where his heart is
Blue light
Who die?

Tonight
Maybe over two dice
Maybe cause he blew fry

On top of ya
With the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlas

Beat the draws off of ya
Knowledge
While my %#@! be flawless

Dope House Records step into my office

[Chorus: SPM]


[Lord Loco talking]
It's ya boy Lord Loco

Know what I'm talkin' bout
Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM
There's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin'
What you think 'bout them fraud $$# ^!$$%s Los?


[Verse 3: SPM]
Jackin' jaws
I'm packin' balls
Smoke and split
I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause

Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac
Competition ha ha
You mutha$#&@as make me laugh

You a (*##$ if you hatin' on my Houston hits
I fight devils like you wit a crucifix
Ruthless %#@!
With a shotty
Take ya body

Gun Kung Fu
Mixed wit AK Karate
I'm sorry but you the past like Atari
As I smoke like Marley
Stay Brown like Charlie


[Chorus: SPM]