FILA PHIL

FILA PHIL - Hustlaz (Raw) lyrics

[Fila Phil]

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

And my voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga

Hands all bloody 'cause I'm hected for dope

But I'ma pull out the gat and let the tec-9 smoke

[Chorus]

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

[Fila Phil]

Big time hustlers and about all that cappin'

Real, real niggaz all about kidnappin'

Kidnappin' babies, kidnappin' niggaz

Makin' fuckin' money with my finger on the trigga

?????? motherfucker, pockets gettin' swolen

Devil on my shoulders, and I better start rollin'

Picked up the mack, now its time to kill

Put the fuckin' clip into the automatic steel

I ran out my house with the mack oh yes indeed

Red eye, booted up, fawl smokin' that weed

'Cause I'm a big time hustla, big dope dealer

Press Park, Desire, Florida killa

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

[Fila Phil]

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 fuckin' hustle, hit that heroin

[Fila Phil]

Now I'm chillin' in the crack with my mack pulled

6 niggaz on the set up to no good, now I'm lookin' at the nigga, took the mack out

That when I ran by the corner by a bad 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 to go

Thats when they hit him up with the motherfuckin' calico

Now I'm pissed off feelin' ???????

Went to bussin' at them bitches with the 44 beam

Punk fell down and I thought he was dead

Thats when I hit the hollow points up to his motherfuckin' head

[Fila Phil]

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

[Chorus]

[Fila Phil]

Now I'm creepin' in the Melph with my mack out

2 clips taped together 'cause I smoked out

Then I ran around the corner, nigga thought I was chokin'

Hit him with the mack, tore his chest wide open

When he fell down, his boys went a runnin

I had another clip, I put it in and start gunnin'

Dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me

I had him stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree

I said now dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me

I had him 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 44 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 9th Ward killa

Used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala

Now I'm fuckin' known as a Press Park killa, biotch!

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