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Wizard Of Oz

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

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