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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

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

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

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

Or see me on the front like Sig
Or stay DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz PC when y'all see me
Until the day that 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
with no play the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my life so
So y'all can see how my so ill

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

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

Tales of a hustler that's me in the
Got a Jag and a Caddy dimes 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 nigga Bobby
Nigga prolly the stand he'll 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 with 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 bummest
Need food shoes sold dummies of soap
Got of being broke man life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you head but no while you sick

So I switched my picture get involved with the bricks
Not the made 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 city on
Got every every street every ave
Got sneakers got clothes you do the math
to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a