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

For a of trey eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas Aikman
The callous on my stay achin'
Niggaz stay hatin', got me 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 Martin Luther

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

Got them niggaz on the rootin'
For the bad guy, playground legend Sadait
P. Kirkland, my MP state workin', shootin' arm stay
My Nextel stay chripin', answer 'cause the feds lurkin'

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

We still not promised tomorrow, the bitter with the sweet
Up in cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through 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 through our scars
We ride til our numbers 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 and confrontin' mother fuckers
Cockaroaches will not catch me
Skinny and fram y'all get it the same

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

Or see me on the page 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

Poverty is a movie me
Ride no play the passenger seat
So can see how my life 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 through our
We ride til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler

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

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

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

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

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

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

State P we got the city on
Got boulevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got clothes you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack cash
of a hustler