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      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