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

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

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

I'm like Oswald,
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark
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 state
stay jerkin', my Nextel stay chripin'
Can't 'cause the feds lurkin'

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

Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a
But I catch it
The game under the pressure
They my presence

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

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

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

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

Skinny and slim y'all get it the same
Cool that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz spin to they graves
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 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, y'all can see how my so real
So, y'all can see how my so ill

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

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

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

We could without 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, broke on no pennies in it

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

So, I switched my whole picture, got with the bricks
Not the made of semen but the ones you sniffs
Tales of a hustler, niggaz for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they 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 point is just to that cash
Tales of a