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

For a pound of eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas Aikman
The callous on my stay achin'
Niggaz stay hatin', got me late pacin'

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

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

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

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

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

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles our scars
We hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle 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 fact the alone turns me on

Got me smiling, laughin',
My toast and confrontin' mother
Cockaroaches will not catch me
Skinny and slim fram get it the same

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

Or see me on the page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC B. Sig
You bitch stay PC when y'all see me
Until the day that fit me in the grave
And the city of me, we got the city under siege
S P or R O C

Poverty is a movie me
Ride with no play the passenger
So can see how my life so real
So y'all can see how my so ill

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

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 get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

Tales of a hustler me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a sellin' dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his on his grandma's steps

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

We could without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler the Henny in it
I keep it like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school loafers on no pennies in it

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

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

P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard every every ave
Got sneakers got nigga you do the math
to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
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