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hustlaz - fila phil 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
k!llin’ motherf*ckers, 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 n*gga
hands all bl**dy ’cause i’m hected for dope
so 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 n*ggas all about kidnappin’
kidnappin’ babies, kidnappin’ n*ggas
makin’ f*ckin’ money with my finger on the trigga
robbing motherf*ckers, pockets gettin’ swollen
devil on my shoulders, saying i better start rollin’
picked up the mac now its time to k!ll
put the f*ckin’ 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 k!ller
big time hustla big dope dealer
calio, melphomene, magnolia k!lla
big time hustla, big dope dealer
st. bernard, st. thomas, chris k!llin’ n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, let’s steal a u*haul so we can kidnap a n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, let’s steal a u*haul so we can kidnap a n*gga
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

[fila phil]
now i’m chillin’ in the crack with my mac full
6 n*ggas on the set up to no good, now i’m lookin’ at the n*gga take the mack out
thats when i ran around the corner by pat house
now they got my f*ckin’ 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
thats when they ate him up with that motherf*ckin’ calico*ah
now i’m p*ssed off feeling up with steam
i went to bussin’ at them b*tches with the 44 beam
one fell down and i thought he was dead
thats when i empty the hollow points into his motherf*ckin’ head
[fila phil]
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, it’s time to go to war
you shouldn’t have k!lled my f*ckin’ n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, it’s time to go to war
you shouldn’t have k!lled my f*ckin’ n*gga

chorus]
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

[fila phil]
now i’m creepin’ in the melph with my mac out
2 clips taped together ’cause im spooked out
then i ran around the corner, n*gga thought i was joking
hit him with the mac 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’
die motherf*ckers don’t f*ck with me
i had him stankin’ for days, hangin’ up in a tree
i said now dir motherf*ckers don’t f*ck 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 k!ll a, let me k!ll a, let me k!ll a n*gga
and let me k!ll a, let me k!ll a, let me k!ll a n*gga
and let me k!ll a, let me k!ll a, let me k!ll a n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the tec*9 to a press park n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the tec*9 to a slaughter house n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the tec*9 to a desire n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the street sweeper to a florida n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the tec*9 to a st. bernard n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the calico to a calio n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the 44 to a melphomene n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the tec*9 to a magnolia n*gga
rat*tat*tat, rat*tat*tat trigga, pass the ak to a st. thomas n*gga
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 n*gga dead*ah
lil sorry, we used to get red*ah, i can’t believe my n*gga dead*ah
i said i used to be a soulja, now i’m comin’ reala
now i’m f*ckin’ known as a 9th ward k!lla
used to be a soulja, now i’m comin’ now i’m ducking known as a presspark k!ller bioch……………..

[fila phil]

- fila phil lyrics

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