Текст песни Beanie Sigel f Oschino and Sparks - Tales of a Hustler pt. 2
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[Beanie SigelCourt casin..Third felony facinNo probationMy heart racin like a blunt lacinHennessy and malt liquor chasinMy gemstar scarrin niggaz facesFor a pound of trey eight and..I throw bullets like Dallas Troy AikmanThe callous on my index stay achinNiggaz stay hatinGot me late night pacinI`m tight boot lacinMask on like I`m JasonShoot up shit like Larry DavisYou play the pulpit like Pastor MasonTurn cheek like Martin LutherI`m like Oswald sharp-shootinGot my eyes on my mark in the dark shootinBeam illuminate the target movinGet your organs ruinedMove out like SWAT move inGot them niggaz on the back-block rootinFor the bad guy..Playground legend like Sadait(?)P. Kirkland...My MP state workinShootin-arm stay jerkinMy Nextel stay chripinCan`t answer cause the feds lurkinIts like we catchin cancer on purposeBack to back chain smoking, nicotine feininConversation with demons when I`m dreaminManic-depressiveLike the man upstairs tryin to pass me a lessonBut I can`t catch itThe game under break the pressureThey miss my presence[Chorus 2X: Sparks]We still not promised tomorrowTakin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streetsWe got lifestyles through our scarsWe ride hard til our numbers get calledThe lifestyle of a hustler...[Sparks]I`m feelin like deaths in the airGot me back to back buckin my squaresBut I ain`t bitchin I ain`t scaredI ain`t budgin, in fact the thrill alone turns me onGot me smiling, laughin...ClutchinMy toast and confrontin mother fuckersCock-a-roaches will not catch me laughinSkinny and slim fram y`all get it the sameCool niggaz that`ll spin out they wavesGrimey niggaz that`ll spin to they gravesJustifyin my foul waysI got kids to raiseBut motherfuckers rather see me sprayedThan to see me pair (fucker)Or see me on the front page like SigOr stay rolled DC with B. SigYou bitch niggaz stay PC when y`all see meUntil the day that theyFit me in the grave and the city wreak of meWe got the city under siegeS-P or R-O-CPoverty is a movie starrin meRide with no play the passenger seatSo y`all can see how my life so realSo y`all can see how my life so ill(I came to chill..)[Chorus][Oschino]Tales of a hustler that`s me in the fleshGot a Jag and a Caddy sellin dimes of the stepNiggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respectSo I put his cerebellum on his grandma`s stepsYou know Oschino he`ll probly killGot the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby SealeNigga prolly take the stand he`ll prolly squealBut I got four lawyers I ain`t takin the deal (Nigga)We could strap without scrap or put the semi in itGun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in itI keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in itWent to school broke loafers on no pennies in itStood the coldest winter with the bummiest coatNeed food need shoes sold dummies of soapGot tired of bein broke man life was a bitchThey bring you flowers when you head but no soup while you sickSo I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricksNot the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffsTales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugularIf you sell one bag to they mother fuckin customersState P we got the city on smashGot every boulevard every street every aveGot sneakers got clothes nigga you do the mathPush to hustle but the point is just to stack that cashTales of a hustler....