[Beanie Sigel
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Court casin..
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Third felony facin
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No probation
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My heart racin like a blunt lacin
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Hennessy and malt liquor chasin
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My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces
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For a pound of trey eight and..
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I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
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The callous on my index stay achin
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Niggaz stay hatin
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Got me late night pacin
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I'm tight boot lacin
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Mask on like I'm Jason
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Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
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You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
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Turn cheek like Martin Luther
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I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin
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Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin
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Beam illuminate the target movin
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Get your organs ruined
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Move out like SWAT move in
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Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin
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For the bad guy..
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Playground legend like Sadait(?)
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P. Kirkland...My MP state workin
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Shootin-arm stay jerkin
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My Nextel stay chripin
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Can't answer cause the feds lurkin
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Its like we catchin cancer on purpose
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Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin
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Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin
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Manic-depressive
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Like the man upstairs tryin to pass me a lesson
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But I can't catch it
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The game under break the pressure
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They miss my presence
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[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
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We still not promised tomorrow
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Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
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We got lifestyles through our scars
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We ride hard til our numbers get called
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The lifestyle of a hustler...
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[Sparks]
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I'm feelin like deaths in the air
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Got me back to back buckin my squares
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But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared
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I ain't budgin, in fact the thrill alone turns me on
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Got me smiling, laughin...Clutchin
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My toast and confrontin mother fuckers
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Cock-a-roaches will not catch me laughin
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Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same
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Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
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Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves
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Justifyin my foul ways
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I got kids to raise
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But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
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Than to see me pair (fucker)
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Or see me on the front page like Sig
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Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
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You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me
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Until the day that they
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Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
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We got the city under siege
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S-P or R-O-C
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Poverty is a movie starrin me
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Ride with no play the passenger seat
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So y'all can see how my life so real
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So y'all can see how my life so ill
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(I came to chill..)
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[Chorus]
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[Oschino]
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Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
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Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin dimes of the step
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Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
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So I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps
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You know Oschino he'll probly kill
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Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale
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Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal
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But I got four lawyers I ain't takin the deal (Nigga)
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We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
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Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
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I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
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Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it
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Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat
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Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap
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Got tired of bein broke man life was a bitch
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They bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sick
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So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks
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Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
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Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
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If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin customers
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State P we got the city on smash
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Got every boulevard every street every ave
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Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math
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Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
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Tales of a hustler....
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Tales Of A Hustler Part II
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Beanie Sigel |