Court casin', third felony facin' No probation, my heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessey and malt liquor chasin' My gem star scarrin' niggaz faces For a pound of trey eight and I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman The callous on my index stay achin' Niggaz stay hatin', got me late night pacin' I'm tight boot lacin', mask on like I'm Jason Shoot up shit like Larry Davis You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason Turn cheek like Martin Luther I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin' Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin' Beam illuminate the target movin' Get your organs ruined, move out like SWAT move in Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin' For the bad guy, playground legend like Sadait P. Kirkland, my MP state workin', shootin' arm stay jerkin' My Nextel stay chripin', can't answer 'cause the feds lurkin' Its like we catchin' cancer on purpose Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin' Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin', manic depressive Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson, but I can't catch it The game under break the pressure, they miss my presence We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler I'm feelin' like deaths in the air Got me back to back buckin' my squares But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared I ain't budgin', in fact the thrill alone turns me on Got me smiling, laughin', clutchin' My toast and confrontin' mother fuckers Cockaroaches will not catch me laughin' Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves Justifyin' my foul ways, I got kids to raise But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed, than to see me pair fucker Or see me on the front page like Sig Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me Until the day that they fit me in the grave And the city wreak of me, we got the city under siege S P or R O C Poverty is a movie starrin' me Ride with no play the passenger seat So y'all can see how my life so real So y'all can see how my life so ill We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler We still not promised tomorrow, takin' the bitter with the sweet Up in these cold ass streets, we got lifestyles through our scars We ride hard til our numbers get called, the lifestyle of a hustler Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes of the step Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect So, I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps You know Oschino he'll probably kill Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' the deal nigga We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the Henny in it I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it Stood the coldest winter with the bummest coat Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap Got tired of being broke man life was a bitch They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin' customers State P we got the city on smash Got every boulevard every street every ave Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash Tales of a hustler © MUSIK UNSERER ZEIT VERLAG GMBH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com