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

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

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

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

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

Its like we catchin' on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, 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 not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet
Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our
We ride til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

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

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

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

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

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

is a movie starrin' me
Ride with no play the passenger
So can see how my life so real
So can see how my life so ill

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 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

Tales of a hustler me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy dimes 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 prolly
But I got lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal nigga

We could strap 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 with the bummest coat
Need food need shoes sold dummies of
Got tired of being broke man life was a
They bring you flowers when you but no soup while you sick

So I switched my whole picture get 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 boulevard every street ave
Got sneakers got clothes you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is to stack that cash
of a hustler