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

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

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

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

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

It's like we catchin' cancer on
Back to back smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons 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 promised
Takin' the 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 the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles our scars
We ride hard our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a

I'm feelin' death's in the air
Got me back to buckin' my squares
But I bitchin', I ain't 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'

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

But motherfuckers rather see me
Than to see me pair, or see me on the front page like Sig
Or rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch, niggaz stay PC when 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, can see how my life's so real
So, can see how my life's so ill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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