Tales Of A Hustler (Pt. 2) (Feat. Oschino & Sparks)

Court casin', third felony facin', no probation
My heart racin' like I'm blunt lacin'
Hennessy or malt liquor chasin'
My Gemstars scar niggas faces

Four pound and trey eight and
I throw bullets like Dallas' Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin'
Niggas stay hatin', got me late night pacin'

I'm tight boot lacin'
Mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
We 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 niggas on the back block rootin'
For the bag I, playground legend like Sad Eye
Pete Kirkland, my M-P's stay workin'
Shootin' arms stay jerkin'
My Nextel stay chirpin'
Can't answer cause the Feds lurkin'

It's like I'm catchin' cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smokin', nicotine fiendin'
Conversatin' with demons when I'm dreamin'
Manic depressant
Like the man upstairs tryin' to pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it
The game under great depression, they miss my presence

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
Nigga we that lifestyle 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
Nigga we that lifestyle through our scars
We ride hard 'til our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

I'm feelin' like death's in the air
Got me back to back fuckin' my squares
But I ain't bitchin', I ain't scared, I ain't budgin'
In fact it do it alone it turns me on
Got me smilin' laughin' clutchin'
My toast is confrontin' motherfuckers cockroaches
Will not catch me lackin'

Skinny or slim frame I'll get it the same
Cool niggas let 'em spin out they way
Grimy niggas let 'em spin through they braids
Justify my foul ways, I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed than to see me paid

Or see me on the front page like C

Or State Road DC with PC
You bitch niggas stay PC when y'all see me

Until the day that they put me in a grave
In a city rigger me
We got the city under siege, that's P.O.C

Poverty is a movie, star me
Ride with me play the passenger seat

So y'all could see how my life so real
So y'all could see how my life so ill

We still not promised tomorrow
Takin' the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
Nigga we that lifestyle 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
Nigga we that lifestyle through our scars
We ride hard 'til our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler

Okay, sons of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin' dimes off the step

Niggas wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps

You know Skino he'll probably kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton, nigga Bobby Seale
Nigga probably take the stand, he'll probably squeal
But I got four lawyers, I ain't takin' a deal nigga

We could scrap without scrap I put the semi in it

Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the Hemi in it
I keep it ghetto like a forty 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 gummies and 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 cement but the ones you sniff
Sons of a hustler, niggas come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they motherfuckin' 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 the hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Sons of a hustler