Tales Of A Hustler - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Tales Of A Hustler - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Album | The Reason |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clervoix, Grant | |
| (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 **** 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] |
| zuo ci : Clervoix, Grant | |
| 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 oldhead | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Clervoix, Grant | |
| 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 oldhead | |
| 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 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 |
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