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Court casin', felony facin', no probation
My heart racin' like a blunt
Hennessy and malt liquor
My gemstar scarrin' niggaz

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

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

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

Got them on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state
Shootin-arm jerkin', my Nextel stay chripin'
answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

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

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

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

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 get called
The of a hustler

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

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

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

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

Until the day that
Fit me in the grave and the city of me
We got the city under
S P R O C

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

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

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

Tales of a that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes of the
Niggaz take 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, Bobby
Nigga, prolly take the stand he'll squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal,

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

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

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

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