2/29/2024 0 Comments Hustle town spm lyrics![]() Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Get the embed code SPM - Hustle Town Album Lyrics1.Block of Rock2.Hustle Shift5.Riddla On Da Roof6.Streets on BeatsSPM Lyrics provided by Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin' ![]() Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum On the underground nation, layin' foundationĭid a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed What I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'ĭope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin' I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national Put the street on beats, who trippin' now? Gotta have it, causing panic with an automaticīelieve in myself, no one else saw my magic On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo Professional, but don't test my testicles I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the frontīump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt I jump in this shit and there's no way backĬreep the seven seven Seville convertible Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to rightĬome trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac WITH LYRICSSPM talkingEh he he he heHustle Town my city maanBorn and raised babyYo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothersRaisin' men in a big cit. Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees, South Park Mexican Yo, Blowin' on a sack of flight, buildin' up my appetite See my homies eatin' & I be like 'Can I have a bite' Last night I had a fight, after that I grabbed the mic When the. Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated, Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep, Make your whole click catch the Greyhound ![]() Is you hoes really ready for the take down?īreak down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop, Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times I move a hundred pounds in my hustle townĬome around fuck 'em down with my underground
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