Chorus:



Hillwood

Hustlaz

You can't

See us

We run

Houston

Thousands

Of tons



First Verse:



I'll take my gun and make you run

Cuz it really don't make me none

Slip through the hood, dope I could

Deliver my life the best I could

Robin Hood, youngest crook

Here they come now watch out look

Go by the book, charge I shook

It's that Mexican dance with wolves

Swimmin' pools, we some fools

Diamonds and them ruby jewels

Makin' moves, gator shoes

Just last week I made the news

They accused but I won't lose

Mama's happy, Daddy's cool

What about you? What do you do?

If you young, stay in school

We stay true, Dopehouse crew

Smokin' yabba dabba doo

Jammin screwed, we brand new

Followin' up this plan I drew

SP-Mex bubble jet

Countin' dollars and them cents

Kick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own fence



Chorus



Second Verse:

You haters ain't no friend of mine

Boys don't wanna let me shine

That's all fine, take in mind

Bust a rhyme, like a nine

How many times do I have to tell ya?

All my life I've been called a failure

Write my friends in the pen