Lyrics:

Hillwood Hustlaz
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons.

1st Verse:
I'll take my gun and make you run cause it really don't make me numb.
Slip through the hood dope I cook.
Livin' my life the best I could.
Robin hood the youngest crook here they come now watch out look.
Go by the book, jaws I shook.
It's that Mexican dance with wolves.
Swimmin' pools we some fool's diamonds and them ruby jewels.
Makin' moves, haters lose, 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, Dope House crew
Smokin' yabba dabba doo
Jam this crew, 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.

Hillwood Hustlaz
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons.

2nd 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 9.
How many times do I have to tell ya?
All my life I've been called a failure
Write my friends in the pen
'Are you gettin' these letters I mailed ya?'
Rock and roll, opthimals
Then go eat at Papa Dough's
So many hoes in the club
Pull my cash and buy them all a rose
84, the story goes
On about that boy Carlos
Sippin' 4's, hittin' dro
But never put nothin' up my nose
Body froze, casket closed
Nightmares of the life I chose
Try my dope and overdose
Suckin' up my killer flow
Freestyle pro, style: girbauds
Silky socks and matchin' clothes
Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes
Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke.
Silly question, do I smoke?
Breakfast? 'Milk and Quaker oats'
80 thousand dollar boat
Better not puff, better not pout
SPM is in your town
El Coyote in el mote, a.k. Senor Charlie Brown.

Hillwood Hustlaz
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousand of tons.

3rd Verse:
The barbarian
Look where we buried him
In the hole, right next to the librarian
I married in, to the very end
Have your kids askin' 'Daddy, who are those scary men?'
Make a strapper bitch, wanna be my fuckin' wife
She told me: 'This the biggest tip I ever got in my life.'
Nothin' can save us, starched, stuffed Ben David
Sellin' dope to my coked out neighbors
First full trip and let my clip get to rippin'
Blood drippin' out his shit, tryin' to run, but he limpin'
I come from the slums, survived on crumbs
I live like a man & I'm a die like one.

Hillwood Hustlaz
You can't see us
We run Houston
Thousands of tons. [x2]