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

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

I fear no man but God
So knows we could get it on
baptized guys testing my pride
Clearing my conscience in the store

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

Cops by and grin on us, if they grabbed then
One of them nosy done snitched on us
(Again?)
Hey game juicy, got me puffing looseys
Every two 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 him like a brother
Now that's he's I find it difficult to talk to his mother

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

Now I'm under pressure and I cant even break that type of
And y'all niggas paint that picture your freedom
On the strength of memories of him, the time he you laugh
The time he bust his gat 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 sweet and in these vicious streets
Carry your heat and keep your on your money
Life's a gamble everybody got a homie, tales of a hustler

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

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

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

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

Too many vest, tough guys not to many
Where they at? Dead or behind bars in jail
I I ain't too far from hell
I'll spit the these bars in hell

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

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

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

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

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