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Now follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you
Now come follow me down brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got you need

It were plain to see since the age of
One day fiends'll be pagin' me
I got crunk in the game, niggas knew my
Hillwood the place, I gain my

in a '77 Seville
Smoke gray gold trim, big daddy
Back in '86 I was choppin'
To think a paper made got me rich

I got love for the hustlas in hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be
I blessed but confess, I blow sess for my stress
It's Mex with a S on my chest

the less I was real with the homies
With the running from the police
No peace, blow sweets on cold
Dope fiends gon' bring a nigga green

Now come follow me down yellow brick
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got you need
Now follow me down yellow brick road
To to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need

My money triple, ripple, living simple
Rolling paper out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the I chop
in my mix when they hit my block

Used to catch a raid 'bout every six
a check up to see if I'd slip once
Call it one time, some 'bout this shit
I can slide in my but never will I slip

Under covers hit the set man y'all
Taking them and giving marked money
Trying to convict 'em I ain't victim
Fool, I your face and my boys I done hipped 'em

They want me bad so mad as burn off
Fucking with hoes, now my blunt done turned off
No way just another day on the spot
If you then you pay, it don't never stop

Now come follow me down yellow brick
To to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need
Now come me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you

I wrote this 'bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is
hoes get took and the joke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers

That lonely where his homies stood
Trying to myself if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood hustla rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down

But I'm losses
It ain't working jobs with no fucking bosses
dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your for a buck or two

Still I feel if you control, homie you'se a hoe
G's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my
I tell 'em of the slippers, that's not what I did

Now come follow me down yellow road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you
Now come follow me down yellow brick
To to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need