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

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

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

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

Got niggaz 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' on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, feinin'
with demons when I'm dreamin'

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

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

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

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

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

Skinny and slim fram get it the same
Cool that'll spin out they waves
niggaz that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin' my 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 rolled DC B. Sig
You bitch, niggaz stay PC when see me

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

is a movie starrin' me
Ride me, play 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
the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our
We ride 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 get called
The lifestyle of a

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

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

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

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

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

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