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Court casin', third felony facin', no
My heart racin' like a lacin'
Hennessy and liquor chasin'
My gemstar scarrin' faces

For a pound of eight and
I bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay
Niggaz, hatin', got me late night pacin'

I'm tight boot lacin', on like, I'm Jason
Shoot up shit Larry Davis
You play the like Pastor Mason
Turn like Martin Luther

I'm Oswald, sharp-shootin'
Got my eyes on my in the dark shootin'
Beam illuminate the target
Get your organs ruined, out like Swat move in

Got them niggaz on the back-block
For the bad guy, legend like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP workin'
Shootin-arm stay jerkin', my Nextel stay
Can't 'cause the feds lurkin'

It's like we catchin' cancer on
Back to back chain smoking, feinin'
Conversation demons when I'm dreamin'

Like the man upstairs tryin' to me a lesson
But I can't it
The game under break the
They my presence

We still not tomorrow
Takin' the bitter the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our
We ride hard till our numbers get
The of a hustler

We still not tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass
We got through our scars
We hard till our numbers get called
The of a hustler

I'm like death's in the air
Got me back to buckin' my squares
But I bitchin', I ain't scared
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill turns me on

Got me smiling, laughin,
My toast and mother fuckers
Cockroaches not catch me laughin'

Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the
niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they
Justifyin' my foul ways, I got to raise

But rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair, fucker or see me on the page like Sig
Or rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch, niggaz stay PC y'all see me

the day that they
Fit me in the and the city wreak of me
We got the city siege
S P R O C

Poverty is a starrin' me
with me, play the passenger seat
So, y'all can see how my life's so
So, y'all can see how my so ill

We still not promised
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in cold ass streets
We got lifestyles our scars
We hard till our numbers get called
The of a hustler

We still not tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these ass streets
We got lifestyles our scars
We ride hard till our numbers get
The lifestyle of a

Tales of a hustler me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's

You know Oschino, probly kill
Got the soul of Newton, nigga, Bobby Seale
Nigga, prolly the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't the deal, nigga

We could strap scrap or put the semi in it
Gun loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
I it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school, loafers on no pennies in it

the coldest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food, need shoes, dummies of soap
Got tired of bein' broke, man, was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you dead but no while you sick

So, I switched my whole picture, got involved the bricks
Not the ones made of but the ones you sniffs
Tales of a hustler, niggaz come for jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin'

State P we got the on smash
Got every boulevard, street, every ave
Got sneakers, got clothes, nigga, you do the
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that
of a hustler