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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We still not promised
Takin' the with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our
We hard till our numbers 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 block I had to earn my
So, I put his on his grandma's steps

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

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

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

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

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