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    Tales Of A Hustler

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    Tales Of A Hustler

      About "Tales Of A Hustler"

      Lyrics for Beanie Sigel - "Tales Of A Hustler"

      Beanie: Yeah, Sparks in here, the truth in here
      Sparks: Yeah
      Beanie: Yeah, witness, Tales of a hustler
      Sparks: I'm going to ride, nigga
      Beanie: Ya know, this just the life we live, uh; this just the life we lead
      Sparks: Yeah, yeah, gangsta
      Beanie: Tales, tales
      Sparks: Gangsta! Yeah
      Sparks: Sugar coat

      Omillio Sparks, the young gun
      My life as an adolescent, said I'll go through something
      Other guys try to stand in my way like brick walls
      So I kept guns in my palm like Messiah scripts in Psalms
      I should fear no man but God
      So, Lord knows we could get it on
      Guns baptized guys testing my pride
      Clearing my conscience in the liquor store
      With a fifth of Thunderbird, but I be guzzling hard
      Playing the corners with a washed-up old-head
      Chant tunes by the Whispers
      Same corner where I banged at with niggas
      Cops drive by and grin on us
      If they grabbed then
      One of them nosy neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)
      Hey, this game juicy got me puffing loosies
      Every two days interrogated by the police
      See, this life I live cost more than your Roley's money
      It cost my homey Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
      When he was here, it was easy to love him like a brother
      Now that's he's gone I find it difficult to talk to his mother
      I mean, what do you say to a woman
      That's just lost her only son to the game and the gun, except
      "Mami, I'm a ride for him."?
      The look that she gave me like, "Sparks, you got some nerve."
      'Cause most of these niggas don't keep their words
      Now I'm under pressure
      And I can't even break that type of promise
      And y'all niggas paint that picture
      Risking your freedom
      On the strength of memories of him
      The time he made you laugh
      The time he bust his gat when them other niggas ran
      How real is that?
      Omillio Sparks, niggas, holla back

      Tales of a hustler

      [Chorus x 2]
      In this life you not promised tomorrow
      So take the bitter with the sweet and maintain
      In these vicious streets
      Carry your heat, and keep your mind on your money
      Life's a gamble; everybody got a number, homey
      Tales of a hustler!

      I'm back to the block with it
      Wait, let me clear that up
      I'm back to the blocks that you get when your block get it
      Get hard with that hot water when the pot hit it
      Get large with a little water when you pop wit' it
      I send hope to late scramblers
      Sling coke to you late you scramblers
      Go broke, sling soap to you late night scramblers
      No joke, I'm a crook; catch hooks broke; late night gamblers
      Look, you loose limbs when fuck with him
      That be I strapped and high
      FBI all on back, want to trap the guy
      Got niggas in all black want to snatch my pies
      Never that, too many gats
      Too many guns
      Too many vests
      Tough guys, not too many left
      Where they at?
      Dead or locked behind bars in jail
      I know I ain't too far from hell
      I'll spit the devil these bars in hell
      Dog, I been through it, son
      Look at my scars and tell
      Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly tented
      No excuses on who might be in it
      You know passenger twisting backwoods
      Slightly spinning
      Crack the window, the indo slightly scented
      Splash of haze and hash lightly blended
      Put the pressure on niggas who might be timid
      Like, you got like a minute
      To put the cash in this bag or ya ass just might be in it
      In small piece, I'll snatch your family up
      Start from tall nephews to your small nieces


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