Beanie Siegel Tales Of A Hustler Lyrics

Tales Of A Hustler Lyrics

(feat. Sparks)

 [Beanie:] Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here

 [Sparks:] Yeah

 [Beanie:] Yeah - Witness - Tales of a Hustler

 [Sparks:] Im 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

 

 [Sparks]

 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 Mesiah 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 niggaz

 Cops drive by and grin on us

 If they grabbed then 

 one of them nosey neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)

 Hey this game juicy got me puffing looseys

 Every two days interigated by the police

 See, this life I live cost more than your Roley's money

 It cost my homie Nook his whole life, ya heard me?

 When he was here it was easy to love him like a brother

 Now thats 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'ma ride for him"

 The look that she gave me "Like Sparks you got some nerve

 Cause most of these niggas dont keep their words

 Now I'm under pressure

 And I cant 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

 

 [Beanie:] TALES - OF - A - HUSTLER

 

 [Chorus: Sparks - repeat 2X]

 In this life you not promised tommorow

 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 homie

 TALES OF A HUSTLER

 

 [Beanie]

 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 wip 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 vest

 Tough guys not to many left

 Where they at?

 Dead or locked behind bars in jail

 I know I aint 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 blented

 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

 Bitches

 

 [Chorus]

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]