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Yeah in here, The Truth in here, yeah
Yeah, witness, tales of a hustler, I'm to ride nigga
Ya know, this just the life we live, just the life we lead
Yeah, yeah, gangsta, tales, tales, gangsta, yeah,

Sparks, the young gun
My as an adolescent said I'll go through something
Other guys try to stand in my way brick walls
So I kept guns in my palm like Messiah scripts in

I should no man but God
So Lord we could get it on
Guns guys testing my pride
Clearing my conscience in the liquor

With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be hard
Playing the corners with a up old-head
tunes by the Whispers
Same where I banged at with niggaz

Cops drive by and grin on us, if grabbed then
One of them nosy neighbors snitched on us
(Again?)
Hey this game juicy, got me puffing
two days interrogated by the police

See, this life I live cost than your Roley's money
It cost my Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
When he was here it was easy to love him like a
Now that's he's gone I find it to talk to his mother

I mean, what do you say to a woman just lost her only son
To the game and the gun except "Mami, I'ma for him"
The look that she me like, "Sparks you got some nerve"
'Cause most of niggas don't keep their words

Now I'm under pressure and I cant break that type of promise
And y'all niggas paint that picture your freedom
On the of memories of him, the time he made you laugh
The time he his gat when them other niggas ran
How real is that? Sparks, niggas holla back

Tales of a

In this life you not promised tomorrow, so take the
With the and maintain in these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep mind on your money
Life's a gamble got a number homie, tales of a hustler

In this life you not tomorrow, so take the bitter
With the sweet and maintain in these vicious
Carry heat and keep your mind on your money
a gamble everybody got a number homie, tales of a hustler

I'm back to the block with it, wait let me clear up
I'm to the blocks that you get when your block get it
Get hard with that hot water the pot hit it
Get large with a water when you pop wip it

I send to late scramblers
Sling coke to you you scramblers
Go broke sling soap to you late night
No joke, I'm a crook, catch hooks broke, night gamblers

Look, you loose when fuck with him that be
I strapped and high, FBI all on back want to the guy
Got niggas in all black want to my pies
Never that too gats, too many guns

Too many vest, tough guys not to many
Where they at? Dead or locked bars in jail
I know I too far from hell
I'll the devil these bars in hell

Dog I through it son, look at my scars and tell
Catch Mac in a Chevy truck tented
No on who might be in it
You know passenger backwoods, slightly spinning

Crack the window, the slightly scented
Splash of and hash lightly blented
Put the on niggas who might be timid
Like, you got a minute

To put the in this bag or ya ass
Just might be in it in piece
snatch your family up, start from tall nephews
To your nieces, bitches

In this you not promised tomorrow, so take the bitter
With the sweet and maintain in these streets
Carry your heat and keep your mind on your
Life's a gamble everybody got a number homie, tales of a

In life you not promised tomorrow, so take the bitter
With the and maintain in these vicious streets
Carry heat and keep your mind on your money
Life's a gamble everybody got a number homie, of a hustler