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Court casin', third felony facin', no
My racin' like 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 index achin'
Niggaz, hatin', got me late night pacin'

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

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

Got them niggaz on the back-block
For the bad guy, playground legend Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state
Shootin-arm stay jerkin', my Nextel stay
answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But motherfuckers rather see me
Than to see me pair, fucker or see me on the front like Sig
Or stay rolled DC 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, y'all can see how my life's so
So, can see how my life's so ill

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

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

of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna 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 of Huey Newton, nigga, Bobby Seale
Nigga, prolly take the stand prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't the deal, nigga

We strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the 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 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 involved with the
Not the ones of semen but the ones you sniffs
Tales of a hustler, niggaz for your jugular
If you sell one bag to mother fuckin' customers

State P we got the 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
Tales of a