So Ill, So Dope

Husalah so ill, Husalah so dope

Nigga fuck a wife all my life I sold dope

The projects baby

twenty-four stackin' dough pushin' coke ya-ye

come on baby, ride wid the Husalah

Young cool game from the L-O be crazy

Ya shit head hoe we gon' get bread tho

And swang all day

hustlers call me Hus hoes call me Husalah-a

No Iceberg or Coogi, we fresh in the Guess

Me and Mack came through sportin' Troops while we scoop

In a suit that'll make ya sweat, I'm stupid def

Jammin' on the west slammin' bullets in ya chest

We black wave niggas slam dancin' in the 'jects

I count my coke profits when I think about sex girl

I know ya coochie wet but I just wanna get sucked yo

We burnin' rubber right now, cause we out

Girl ya somethin' tight, ya wish I had one

but ya gotta sell more coke so you can have one

We out, have fun

[HOOK]

All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew

We can get this paper baby

We can live life lovely

Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh

We can make it lovely

I probably slide through without a necklace

I probably slide through without nothin' on my wrist

I'm a fresh kid I don't need none of that stuff

Cause I'm dope, I'm so dope

????Slide through zestways my niggas chief wid O????

Explain it the best way I'm pure stupid silly

Hundred percent the kind that'll pop you wid the fully

Hundred percent the kind every queen love Husalah

Pullin' twenty-fours everyday

Hustler hog and playa P is what a nigga gotta be

or get the fuck from round me, heh

Tell 'em again me hafta, tell 'em again

I'm Husalah Husalah, heh I'm fresh, I'm so fresh

She wanna be my girlfriend but I don't wanna kiss

I rather burn rubber in my shit and swing eights

That a boy it's roller boys we gon' be silly out the gate

Cause I'm so ill.....cause I'm so dope

[HOOK]

What is life to you?, they gonna take ya life from you

You should say your prayers man

Cause life for you ain't lovely

Ah, ah-ahhh, bullets flyyyy

But I'ma still live lovely

I cried one time I cried one time

Slug ripped and my cousin died

But not no more, tears from Hus cause my heart stone cold

I Got years to be rich I'm, young and pretty

Come on baby ya gotta give it to me

Look at me huh what the hell you mean

No chokin' no drinkin' just stackin' dumb cheese

I'm like, Mohammed Ali and I'm six three

And I box and knock suckas out swiftly

We stuck in this place

And all we ever could do is hustle in this place

But never go nowhere, stack a couple of G's

Flip lows get towed get sucked by the hoes

Buy clothes and dope kicks

My nigga died young

and all he ever could do was rep where he was from

his least breath was the one that blew the breeze through the hood

The money never stop nigga it's thousands in the 'jects

nigga it's G's in the hood

I think I like the rain

Cause everytime the tears drop the rain'll wash it away

My heart is numb to pain I can't explain how I feel

Imagine seein' life the way it really is for real

it's different what you see

[HOOK]

All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew

We can get this paper baby

We can live life lovely

Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh

We can make it lovely