Tales Of A Hustler Pt.2 Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here, yeah 

Yeah, witness, tales of a hustler, I'm going to ride nigga 

Ya know, this just the life we live, this just the life we lead 

Yeah, yeah, gangsta, tales, tales, gangsta, yeah, sugarcoat 

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 

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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 nosy neighbors done snitched on us 

(Again?) 

Hey this game juicy, got me puffing looseys 

Every two days interrogated 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 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'ma 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 

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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 

Tales of a hustler 

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 homie, tales of a hustler 

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 homie, 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 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 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 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 

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 homie, tales of a hustler 

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 homie, tales of a hustler