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Court casin', felony facin', no probation
My heart like a blunt lacin'
and malt liquor chasin'
My gemstar scarrin' niggaz

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

I'm tight boot lacin', on like, I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Davis
You the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek 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 on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP workin'
Shootin-arm stay jerkin', my stay chripin'
Can't answer 'cause the feds

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

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

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

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

Skinny and fram y'all get it the same
Cool niggaz that'll spin out they
Grimey that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin' my ways, I got kids 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 PC when y'all see me

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

is a movie starrin' me
Ride with me, play the passenger
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 lifestyles our scars
We ride till our numbers get called
The of a hustler

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

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

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

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

Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest
food, need shoes, sold dummies of soap
Got of bein' broke, man, life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you dead but no 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 your
If you one bag to they mother fuckin' customers

State P we got the city on
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