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

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

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

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

Got niggaz on the back-block rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin'
My Nextel 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', manic
Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I can't it
The game under break the pressure, miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter 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

We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our
We ride hard til our 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 ain't
I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill turns me on

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

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

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

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

We still not promised tomorrow, 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

We still not tomorrow, takin' 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 that's me in the
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' of the step
Niggaz take my block I had to earn my respect
So, I put his cerebellum on his steps

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

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

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

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

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