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Court casin', felony facin'
No probation, my racin' like a blunt lacin'
Hennessey and malt liquor
My gem star niggaz faces

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

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

I'm like Oswald
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark
Beam illuminate the 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 state workin', shootin' arm jerkin'
My stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

Its we catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', manic
Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I catch it
The game under the pressure, they miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter the sweet
Up in these ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars
We ride til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

We not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the of a hustler

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

Got me smiling, laughin',
My toast and mother fuckers
Cockaroaches will not me laughin'
Skinny and slim y'all get it the same

Cool niggaz that'll spin out they
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they
Justifyin' my ways, I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed, to see me pair fucker

Or see me on the front page 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 under siege
S P or R O C

is a movie starrin' me
Ride no play 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 tomorrow, takin' the bitter the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a

We still not promised tomorrow, the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called, the of a hustler

Tales of a hustler me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my
So, I put his cerebellum on his steps

You know he'll probably kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga 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 like the Chrysler with the Henny 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 the bummest coat
Need food shoes sold dummies of soap
Got tired of being broke man life was a
They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you

So I switched my picture get involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who
Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your
If you sell one bag to mother fuckin' customers

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