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Court casin', third facin'
No probation, my heart racin' a blunt lacin'
Hennessey and liquor chasin'
My gem scarrin' niggaz faces

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

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

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

Got them niggaz on the rootin'
For the bad guy, legend like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin'
My stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

Its like we catchin' on purpose
to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', depressive
Like the man upstairs tryin' to me a lesson, but I can't catch it
The game under the pressure, they miss my presence

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 lifestyle of a

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

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

Got me smiling, laughin',
My and confrontin' mother fuckers
Cockaroaches not catch me laughin'
Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the

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

Or see me on the front 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 grave
And the city wreak of me, we got the city siege
S P or R O C

Poverty is a movie me
Ride no play the passenger seat
So can see how my life so real
So can see how my life so ill

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our
We hard 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 through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers 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 wanna take my I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's

You know Oschino he'll probably
Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby
Nigga take the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I takin' the deal nigga

We could strap scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the with the Henny in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the in it
Went to school broke on no pennies in it

the coldest winter with the bummest coat
Need need shoes sold dummies of soap
Got tired of being broke man was a bitch
They bring you when you head but no soup while you sick

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

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