Wizard Of Oz
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[Chorus 2X's] Down yellow brick road To easier to see
Now come follow me Hillwood Hustla Got what you need
[Verse 1] It 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 Smoke grey gold trim big daddy
grill 16 in a 7-7 Seville Hillwood the place I gain
my fame Back in '86 I was choppin bricks To think a
damn paper made ?? rich I 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 Its that Mex with a S on my chest None the less
I was real with the homies With the O-Z's running from
the police No peace blow sweets on cold streets Dope
fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes] [Chorus
2X's] [Verse 2] Rolling paper squares out a fat ass
nickle My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop Pigs in my mix
when they hit my block Just a check up to see if id
slip once Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit I can slide
in my sandals but never will I slip Undercovers hit
the set man yall funny Taking them crumbs and giving
marked money Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
They want me bad so mad as they burn off Fool I know
your face and my boys I done hipped em 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 dont never stop [echoes] [Chorus 2X's] [Verse
3] I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook Living in
the land where the coke is cooked Where smokers hooked
and the soldiers hood Where hoes get took and the choke
is good That lonely Wood where his homies stood Trying
to change myself if I only could Im just your Hillwood
Hustla street rhyme rustler Blowing more smoke than
a broke down muffler It aint easy working jobs with
no fucking bosses But I'm taking losses Risking life
and your freedom for a buck or two Still I feel if
you loose control homie youse a ho Selling dope is
the hardest thing a man can do 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 thats not what
I did [echoes] [Chorus 2X's]
Now come follow me Hillwood Hustla Got what you need
[Verse 1] It 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 Smoke grey gold trim big daddy
grill 16 in a 7-7 Seville Hillwood the place I gain
my fame Back in '86 I was choppin bricks To think a
damn paper made ?? rich I 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 Its that Mex with a S on my chest None the less
I was real with the homies With the O-Z's running from
the police No peace blow sweets on cold streets Dope
fiends gon bring a nigga more green [echoes] [Chorus
2X's] [Verse 2] Rolling paper squares out a fat ass
nickle My money triple sippin ripple living simple
Trick on my dick for the bricks I chop Pigs in my mix
when they hit my block Just a check up to see if id
slip once Used to catch a raid bout every six months
Call it one time some rhyme bout this shit I can slide
in my sandals but never will I slip Undercovers hit
the set man yall funny Taking them crumbs and giving
marked money Trying to convict em I aint fallin victim
They want me bad so mad as they burn off Fool I know
your face and my boys I done hipped em 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 dont never stop [echoes] [Chorus 2X's] [Verse
3] I wrote this book bout a hopeless crook Living in
the land where the coke is cooked Where smokers hooked
and the soldiers hood Where hoes get took and the choke
is good That lonely Wood where his homies stood Trying
to change myself if I only could Im just your Hillwood
Hustla street rhyme rustler Blowing more smoke than
a broke down muffler It aint easy working jobs with
no fucking bosses But I'm taking losses Risking life
and your freedom for a buck or two Still I feel if
you loose control homie youse a ho Selling dope is
the hardest thing a man can do 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 thats not what
I did [echoes] [Chorus 2X's]