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

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

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

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

Got them niggaz on the rootin'
For the bad guy, playground like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state
Shootin-arm stay jerkin', my stay chripin'
Can't answer 'cause the feds

It's we catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with when I'm dreamin'

Like the man upstairs to pass me a lesson
But I catch it
The game break the pressure
They miss my

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

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

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

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

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

But motherfuckers rather see me
Than to see me pair, fucker or see me on the front page Sig
Or stay rolled DC B. Sig
You bitch, stay PC when 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
Ride with me, play the passenger
So, y'all can see how my so real
So, can see how my life's so ill

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

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

Tales of a that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' of the step
Niggaz wanna my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his on his grandma's steps

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

We strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the in it
Went to school, broke loafers on no in it

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

So, I switched my whole picture, got with 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 mother fuckin' customers

P we got the city 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
Tales of a