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Court casin', third felony facin', no
My heart racin' a blunt lacin'
Hennessy and liquor chasin'
My gemstar scarrin' 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 pacin'

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

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

Got them niggaz on the back-block
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 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 game under the pressure
They miss my

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

We still not tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass
We got through our scars
We ride 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 ain't budgin', in fact the thrill turns me on

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

Skinny and slim fram 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 motherfuckers see me sprayed
Than to see me pair, fucker or see me on the front page Sig
Or stay rolled DC B. Sig
You bitch, niggaz stay PC when see me

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

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

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

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

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 on his grandma's steps

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

We could strap scrap 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
to school, broke loafers on no pennies in it

Stood the coldest winter the bummiest coat
Need food, shoes, sold 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 switched my whole picture, got with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the you sniffs
Tales of a hustler, niggaz come for jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin'

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 to stack that cash
of a hustler