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

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

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

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

Got them on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend like
P. Kirkland, my MP state workin', shootin' arm jerkin'
My Nextel stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds

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

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

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

I'm feelin' deaths in the air
Got me back to back 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 mother fuckers
Cockaroaches will not catch me
Skinny and slim y'all get it the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We strap 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 food need shoes sold of soap
Got tired of being man life was a bitch
They bring you when you head but no soup while you sick

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

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