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

For a of trey eight 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 I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Davis
You play the like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin

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

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

Its like we catchin' cancer on
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', 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 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 lifestyle of a

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

I'm feelin' deaths in the air
Got me back to 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
will not catch me laughin'
Skinny and fram y'all get it the same

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

Or see me on the front page Sig
Or stay rolled DC B. Sig
You niggaz stay PC when y'all see me
the day that 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
with 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 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

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 numbers get called, the lifestyle of a

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

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

We could strap without or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the with the Henny in it
I it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to broke loafers on no pennies in it

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

So I switched my whole picture get involved the bricks
Not the ones 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 every street every ave
Got sneakers got nigga you do the math
Push to but the point is just to stack that cash
of a hustler