Now come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need
Now come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you needIt were plain to see since the age of three
One day dope fiends'll be pagin' me
I got crunk in the game, niggas knew my name
Hillwood the place, I gain my fameSixteen in a '77 Seville
Smoke gray gold trim, big daddy grill
Back in '86 I was choppin' bricks
To think a damn paper made got me richI got love for the hustlas in every hood
But hate in your heart it'll never be good
I feel blessed but confess, I blow sess for my stress
It's that Mex with a S on my chestNone the less I was real with the homies
With the OZ's running from the police
No peace, blow sweets on cold streets
Dope fiends gon' bring a nigga more greenNow come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need
Now come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you needMy money triple, sippin' ripple, living simple
Rolling paper squares out a fat ass nickle
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop
Pigs in my mix when they hit my blockUsed to catch a raid 'bout every six months
Just a check up to see if I'd slip once
Call it one time, some rhyme 'bout this shit
I can slide in my sandals but never will I slipUnder covers hit the set man y'all funny
Taking them crumbs and giving marked money
Trying to convict 'em I ain't fallin' victim
Fool, I know your face and my boys I done hipped 'emThey want me bad so mad as they burn off
Fucking with them hoes, now my blunt done turned off
No other way just another day on the spot
If you play then you pay, it don't never stopNow come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need
Now come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you needI wrote this book 'bout a hopeless crook
Living in the land where the coke is cooked
Where hoes get took and the joke is good
Where smokers hooked and the soldiers hoodThat lonely wood where his homies stood
Trying to change myself if I only could
I'm just your Hillwood hustla street rhyme rustler
Blowing more smoke than a broke down mufflerBut I'm taking losses
It ain't easy working jobs with no fucking bosses
Selling dope is the hardest thing a man can do
Risking life and your freedom for a buck or twoStill I feel if you loose control, homie you'se a hoe
Real G's keep they life on cruise control
When the police kick door and raid my crib
I tell 'em pigs of the slippers, that's not what I didNow come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need
Now come follow me down yellow brick road
To easier to see Hillwood hustla, got what you need