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