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Beanie Sigel
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Tales Of A Hustler Part II
Court casin', third felony facin', no probation My heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessy and malt liquor chasin' My gemstar 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'
It's 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 till 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 till our numbers get called The lifestyle of a hustler
I'm feelin' like death's 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 Cockroaches 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
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 R O C
Poverty is a movie starrin' me Ride with me, play the passenger seat So, y'all can see how my life's so real So, y'all can see how my life's 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 till 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 till 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 probly 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 hemmy 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 bummiest coat Need food, need shoes, sold dummies of soap Got tired of bein' broke, man, life was a bitch They bring you flowers when you dead but no soup while you sick
So, I switched my whole picture, got involved with the bricks Not the ones made of semen but the ones you sniffs Tales of a 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
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