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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, this just the life we live, this just the life we
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 Messiah scripts in Psalms

I fear no man but God
So Lord 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
the corners with a washed up old-head
Chant by the Whispers
Same where 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 juicy, got me puffing looseys
Every two days interrogated by the

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 a brother
Now that's he's gone I it difficult to talk to his mother

I mean, what do you say to a 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"
'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 paint that picture risking your freedom
On the strength of of him, the time he made you laugh
The time he bust his gat when them niggas ran
How real is that? Omillio Sparks, holla back

of a hustler

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

In this life you not promised tomorrow, so take the
With the sweet and 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

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

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

Look, you loose limbs fuck with him that be
I strapped and high, FBI all on back want to 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 left
they at? Dead or locked behind bars in jail
I know I too far from hell
I'll the devil these bars in hell

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

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

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

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