[SPM talking]   Eh he he he he   Hustle Town my city maan!   Born and raised baby   Yo I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers   Raisin' men in a big city   I know it's hard   Let 'em know what's up Filero     [Verse 1: Filero]   I sell drugs with thugs   Hittin' licks off tricks   Workin' two jobs a dope deala and a pimp   Mom's beggin' me to stop everyday   So scared for me to walkâ?¦. Memory lane   But Mom don't worry my teck protect well   I told ya one day this rap shit gone sell   But my heart been broke from the start   Since the day my father died when I was seven in the park   So I wrote the book   How to pimp hoes and kick do's   And if I kill well than that's just how the shit go   Pull yo strap   What am I supposed to sweat   This the third time today that I come close to death     [Chorus: SPM]   Hustle Town Hustle Town   The city of dreams   Where we creep through the hood   And we serve them dope fiends   Hustle Town   The shit don't stop   Roll rental cars   And we keep the glock cocked   Hustle Town   The city of dreams   Where we creep through the hood   And we serve them dope fiends   Hustle Town   The shit don't stop   Roll rental cars   And we keep the glock cocked     [Verse 2: SPM]   Set 'em up   Wet 'em up   Etceteras   Tell ya treasura   Empty the regista   Shit serious   I'll give ya life a period   Well here he is   The kid with experience   Don't start shit   Mistake me for an artist   Flash in the dark   Someone tell 'em where his heart is   Blue light   Who die?   Tonight   Maybe over two dice   Maybe cause he blew fry   On top of ya   With the Hillwood Mafia   Hard hittin' hustlas   Beat the draws off of ya   Knowledge   While my shit be flawless   Dope House Records step into my office     [Chorus: SPM]     [Lord Loco talking]   It's ya boy Lord Loco   Know what I'm talkin' bout   Representin' that H-Town wit my boy SPM   There's a lot of frauds out there know what I'm sayin'   What you think 'bout them fraud ass niggas Los?     [Verse 3: SPM]   Jackin' jaws   I'm packin' balls   Smoke and split   I give mo' gifts than Santa Clause   Wit a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay   Chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away   Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac   Competition ha ha   You muthafuckas make me laugh   You a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits   I fight devils like you wit a crucifix   Ruthless shit   With a shotty   Take ya body   Gun Kung Fu   Mixed wit AK Karate   I'm sorry but you the past like Atari   As I smoke like Marley   Stay Brown like Charlie     [Chorus: SPM]