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Yeah in here, The Truth in here, yeah
Yeah, witness, tales of a hustler, I'm going to 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 walls
So I guns in my palm like Messiah scripts in Psalms

I fear no man but God
So Lord we could get it on
Guns baptized testing 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 by the Whispers
corner where I banged at with niggaz

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

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

I mean, what do you say to a woman that's just 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"
most of these niggas don't keep their words

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

Tales of a

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

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

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

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

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

Crack the window, the indo scented
of haze and hash lightly blented
Put the pressure on niggas who be timid
Like, you got like a

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

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