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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We still not tomorrow
the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
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 back buckin' my
But I ain't bitchin', I scared
I budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

of a hustler 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 Newton, nigga, Bobby Seale
Nigga, prolly take the stand he'll squeal
But I got four lawyers, I 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
to school, broke loafers on no pennies in it

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

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

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