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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tales of a

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

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

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

Look, you loose limbs when with him that be
I strapped and high, FBI all on back want to the guy
Got niggas in all black to snatch 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 spit the these bars in hell

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

Crack the window, the slightly scented
Splash of haze and hash lightly
Put the pressure on 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 family up, start tall nephews
To your small nieces,

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

In this you not promised 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 homie, tales of a hustler