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Hustla

2,206

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hustla was released on February 11, 1997 by 70126 Production/Slaugterhouse as a part of the album Da Hustla

Song Details

Release DateFebruary 11, 1997

Label70126 Production/Slaugterhouse

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Fila Phil

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Philip J Anthony

Philip J Anthony

Songwriter

Lyrics

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

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