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Court casin', felony facin'
No probation, my heart racin' like a lacin'
Hennessey and malt chasin'
My gem scarrin' niggaz faces

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

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

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

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

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

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the with 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, takin' the 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

I'm like deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin' my
But I ain't bitchin', I scared
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill turns me on

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

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

Or see me on the front page Sig
Or stay rolled DC B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when see me
the day that they 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 starrin' me
Ride no play the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my life so
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 through our scars
We ride hard til our get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

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

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

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

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

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

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

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