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

For a pound of eight and
I throw like Dallas Troy Aikman
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 like Larry Davis
You play the like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Luther

I'm like Oswald
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 rootin'
For the bad guy, playground like Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin'
My stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

Its like we catchin' cancer on
to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin'
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', depressive
Like the man tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure, they miss my

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 lifestyle of a

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 numbers get called, the of a hustler

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

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

Cool niggaz that'll out they waves
Grimey that'll spin 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 front page Sig
Or stay rolled DC 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 with no the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my so real
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 ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a

We still not tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our
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 Caddy dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my
So, I put his cerebellum on his steps

You know he'll probably kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton Bobby Seale
Nigga prolly take the stand prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers, I takin' the deal nigga

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

Stood the coldest with the bummest coat
Need food need shoes sold of soap
Got of being broke man life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you but no soup while you sick

So I my whole picture get involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of but the ones 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 got clothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to that cash
of a hustler