Chorus:
Now come follow me
Down Yellow Brick Road

To Wizard of Oz
Hillwood Hustla'
Got what you need. [x2]


Verse 1:
It were plain to see

Since the age of 3
One day dope fiends would be pagin' me
I got crunk in the game

^!$$%s knew my name
Hillwood, the place I gained my fame.
16, in the '77 Seville

Smoke gray, gold trim, Big Daddy grill
Back in '86, I was choppin' bricks
To think a damn Papermate got me rich

I got love for the hustlaz in every hood
With hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess

I blow cess for my stress
It's that Mex with an S on my chest.
Nonetheless, I wish well for the homies

With the OZ's runnin' from the police
No peace, blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends go bring a ^!$$% mo' green.


Chorus:
Now come follow me

Down Yellow Brick Road
To Wizard of Oz
Hillwood Hustla'

Got what you need. [x2]

Verse 2:

My money triples, sippin' Ripple
Livin' simple. Rollin' paper squares out a fat $$# nickel
Tricks on my dick for the bricks I chop

Pigs in my mix when they hit my block
Used to catch a raid 'about every 6 months
Just to check up to see if I'd slip once

Call it one time some rhyme 'about this %#@!
I can slide in my sandals
But never will I slip.

Undercovers hit the set, Man ya'll funny
Takin' them crumbs & givin' marked money
Tryin' to convict 'em, I ain't fallin' victim

Fool I know your face & my boys I done hipped 'em
They want me bad so mad as they burned off
$#&@in' with them hoes, now my blunt done turned off

No other way, just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay, It don't ever stop.


Chorus:
Now come follow me
Down Yellow Brick Road

To Wizard of Oz
Hillwood Hustla'
Got what you need. [x2]


Verse 3:
I wrote this book 'about the hopeless crook

Livin' in the land where the !@%!e is cooked
Where hoes get took & the joke is good
Where smokers hooked in a soldier's hood

That Lonely Wood, where his homies stood
Tryin' to change myself if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood Hustla'

Street rhyme rustler
Blowin' mo' smoke than a broke down muffler.
But I'm takin' losses

It ain't easy workin' jobs with no $#&@in' bosses
Sellin' dope is the hardest thing a guy can do.
Risk your life & your freedom for a buck or 2.

Still I feel if you lose control, homey yousa hoe
Real G's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door & raid my crib
I tell 'em Pigs are for slippers. That's not what I did.


Chorus:
Now come follow me
Down Yellow Brick Road
To Wizard of Oz
Hillwood Hustla'

Got what you need. [x2]