[Fila Phil]  Started hittin' hustle when I was just lil'  Then I grab me a mac, I say me first piece of steel-ah  Killin' motherfuckers, god as my witness  A young juvenile, goin' out like a menace  Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer  And my voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga  Hands all bloody 'cause I'm hected for dope  But I'ma pull out the gat and let the tec-9 smoke    [Chorus]  Where my hustlers at  Where my hustlers at  I said now where my hustlers at  Where my hustlers at  I said now where my hustlers at  Where my hustlers at  I said now where my hustlers at  Where my hustlers at    [Fila Phil]  Big time hustlers and about all that cappin'  Real, real niggaz all about kidnappin'  Kidnappin' babies, kidnappin' niggaz  Makin' fuckin' money with my finger on the trigga  ?????? motherfucker, pockets gettin' swolen  Devil on my shoulders, and I better start rollin'  Picked up the mack, now its time to kill  Put the fuckin' clip into the automatic steel  I ran out my house with the mack oh yes indeed  Red eye, booted up, fawl smokin' that weed  'Cause I'm a big time hustla, big dope dealer  Press Park, Desire, Florida killa  Big time hustla, big dope dealer  Calio, Melphomene, Magnolia killa  Big time hustla, big dope dealer  St. Bernard, St. Thomas, Chris killin' nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, let's steal a U-haul so we can kidnap a nigga    [Fila Phil]  Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin now  Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a fuckin' hustle, hit that heroin    [Fila Phil]  Now I'm chillin' in the crack with my mack pulled  6 niggaz on the set up to no good, now I'm lookin' at the nigga, took the mack out  That when I ran by the corner by a bad house  Now they got my fuckin' boy on the corner  And if I spray the tec, best believe my boy's a goner  Yellin' down the street, tryin' to tell my boy to go  Thats when they hit him up with the motherfuckin' calico  Now I'm pissed off feelin' ???????  Went to bussin' at them bitches with the 44 beam  Punk fell down and I thought he was dead  Thats when I hit the hollow points up to his motherfuckin' head    [Fila Phil]  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war  You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, It's time to go to war  You shouldn't have killed my fuckin' nigga    [Chorus]    [Fila Phil]  Now I'm creepin' in the Melph with my mack out  2 clips taped together 'cause I smoked out  Then I ran around the corner, nigga thought I was chokin'  Hit him with the mack, tore his chest wide open  When he fell down, his boys went a runnin  I had another clip, I put it in and start gunnin'  Dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me  I had him stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree  I said now dime motherfuckers don't fuck with me  I had him stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree  So won't ya snort a powder bag, snort a bag of dope  So won't ya snort a powder bag, snort a bag of dope  So won't ya snort a powder a bag, snort a bag of dope  So won't ya snort a powder a bag, snort a bag of dope  And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga  And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga  And let me kill a, let me kill a, let me kill a nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Press Park nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Slaughter House nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Desire nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the street sweeper to a Florida nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a St. Bernard nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the calico to a Calio nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the 44 to a Melphomene nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the tec-9 to a Magnolia nigga  Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat trigga, pass the AK to a St. Thomas nigga  Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin  Gots to be real, got it goin' on, before I hit a hustle, hit that heroin  Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my nigga dead-ah  Lil Sorry, we used to get red-ah, I can't believe my nigga dead-ah  I said I used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala  Now I'm fuckin' known as a 9th Ward killa  Used to be a soulja, now I'm comin' reala  Now I'm fuckin' known as a Press Park killa, biotch!