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lirik lagu tales of a hustler pt.2 – beanie sigel

[beanie sigel]
court casin..
third felony facin
no probation
my heart racin like a blunt lacin
hennessy and malt liquor chasin
my gemstar scarrin n-gg-z faces
for a pound of trey eight and..
i throw bullets like dallas troy aikman
the callous on my index stay achin
n-gg-z stay hatin
got me late night pacin
i’m tight boot lacin
mask on like i’m jason
shoot up sh-t 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 n-gg-z 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
its like we catchin cancer on purpose
back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin
conversation with demons when i’m dreamin
like the man upstairs tryin to p-ss me a lesson
but i can’t catch it
the game under break the pressure
they miss my presence

[chorus 2x: sparks]
we still not promised tomorrow
takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold -ss streets
we got lifestyles through our scars
we ride hard til our numbers get called
the lifestyle of a hustler…

i’m feelin like deaths in the air
got me back to back buckin my squares
but i ain’t b-tchin 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 f-ckers
c-ck-a-roaches will not catch me laughin
skinny and slim fram y’all get it the same
cool n-gg-z that’ll spin out they waves
grimey n-gg-z that’ll spin to they graves
justifyin my foul ways
i got kids to raise
but motherf-ckers rather see me sprayed
than to see me pair (f-cker)
or see me on the front page like sig
or stay rolled dc with b. sig
you b-tch n-gg-z 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
sp or roc
poverty is a movie starrin me
ride with no play the p-ssenger seat
so y’all can see how my life so real
so y’all can see how my life so ill
(i came to chill..)


tales of a hustler that’s me in the flesh
got a jag and a caddy sellin dimes of the step
n-gg-z 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 n-gg- bobby seale
n-gg- prolly take the stand he’ll prolly squeal
but i got four lawyers i ain’t takin the deal (n-gg-)
we could strap without scr-p 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 b-mmiest coat
need food need shoes sold dummies of soap
got tired of bein broke man life was a b-tch
they bring you flowers when you dead but no soup while you sick
so i switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks
not the ones made of s-m-n but the ones who sniffs
tales of hustler, n-gg-z come for your jugular
if you sell one bag to they mother f-ckin customers
state p we got the city on smash
got every boulevard every street every ave
got sneakers got clothes n-gg- you do the math
push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
tales of a hustler….

- kumpulan lirik lagu beanie sigel