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

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

I should no man but God
So Lord knows we get it on
Guns baptized guys my pride
my conscience in the liquor store

With a fifth of but I be guzzling hard
Playing the with a washed up old-head
Chant tunes by the
Same where I banged at with niggaz

Cops by and grin on us, if they grabbed then
One of nosy neighbors done snitched on us
(Again?)
Hey this juicy, got me puffing looseys
Every two days interrogated by the

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

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

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

of a hustler

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

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

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

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

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

Too many vest, guys not to many left
they at? Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I ain't too far from
spit 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 excuses on who be in it
You know passenger twisting backwoods, slightly

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

To put the cash in bag or ya ass
might be in it in small piece
I'll snatch your up, start from tall nephews
To your small nieces,

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

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