Hustle town, my city man.
Born, and raised baby.
Yo, I dedicate this jam to all the single mother's.
Raising men in a big city, I know it's hard.
Let 'em know what's up, we love 'em.
I sell drugs with thugs, hittin' licks off tricks.
Working two jobs, a dope dealer and a pimp.
Mom beggin' me to stop, everyday.
So scared for me to walk Memorie Lane.
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But mom, don't worry. My tech protect well.
I told ya'll one day this rap shit gonna sell.
Cause my heart been broke from the start.
Since the day my father died when I was seven in the Bronx.
So I wrote the book. How to pimp hoes, and kick doughs.
And if I kill, well thats just how the shit goes.
Pull your strap. What, am I supposed to sweat?
This the third time today I come close to death.
Hustle town, hustle town, the city of dreams
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Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them dophines.
Hustle town, the shit don't stop
Set 'em up, wet 'em up, etc.
Tell your treasura, empty the regista
Shit serious, I give your life a period.
Well here he is, it's the kid with experience.
Don't start shit. Mistake me for an artist.
Flash in the dark, someone tell him where it's hardest.
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