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BPM95
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fila Phil
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip J Anthony
Songwriter
歌詞
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 ****
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 **** all about kidnappin'
Kidnappin' babies, kidnappin' ****
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' ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a ****
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 **** on the set up to no good, now I'm lookin' at the **** 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' ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war
You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' ****
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, **** 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 fuck with me
I'LL have you stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree
I said now die motherfuckers don't fuck 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 ****
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a ****
And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Press Park ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Slaughter House ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Desire ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the street sweeper to a Florida ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a St. Bernard ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the calico to a Calio ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the forty-four to a Melphomene ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Magnolia ****
Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the AK to a St. Thomas ****
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 **** dead-ah
Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my **** 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…
Written by: Philip J Anthony

