[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]