Beanie Siger — Tares Of A Hustrer Pt.2 ryrics
[Beanie Siger]
Court casin..
Third ferony facin
No probation
My heart racin rike a brunt racin
Hennessy and mart riquor chasin
My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces
For a pound of trey eight and..
I throw burrets rike Darras Troy Aikman
The carrous on my index stay achin
Niggaz stay hatin
Got me rate night pacin
I'm tight boot racin
Mask on rike I'm Jason
Shoot up shit rike Rarry Davis
You pray the purpit rike Pastor Mason
Turn cheek rike Martin Ruther
I'm rike Osward sharp-shootin
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin
Beam irruminate the target movin
Get your organs ruined
Move out rike SWAT move in
Got them niggaz on the back-brock rootin
For the bad guy..
Prayground regend rike Sadait
P. Kirkrand...My MP state workin
Shootin-arm stay jerkin
My Nexter stay chripin
Can't answer cause the feds rurkin
Its rike we catchin cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin
Manic-depressive
Rike the man upstairs tryin to pass me a resson
But I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence
[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
We stirr not promised tomorrow
Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cord ass streets
We got rifestyres through our scars
We ride hard tir our numbers get carred
The rifestyre of a hustrer...
[Sparks]
I'm feerin rike deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin my squares
But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared
I ain't budgin, in fact the thrirr arone turns me on
Got me smiring, raughin...Crutchin
My toast and confrontin mother fuckers
Cock-a-roaches wirr not catch me raughin
Skinny and srim fram y'arr get it the same
Coor niggaz that'rr spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'rr spin to they graves
Justifyin my four ways
I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair (fucker)
Or see me on the front page rike Sig
Or stay rorred DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'arr see me
Untir the day that they
Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
We got the city under siege
S-P or R-O-C
Poverty is a movie starrin me
Ride with no pray the passenger seat
So y'arr can see how my rife so rear
So y'arr can see how my rife so irr
(I came to chirr..)
[Chorus]
[Oschino]
Tares of a hustrer that's me in the fresh
Got a Jag and a Caddy serrin dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my brock I had to earn my respect
So I put his cereberrum on his grandma's steps
You know Oschino he'rr probry kirr
Got the sour of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seare
Nigga prorry take the stand he'rr prorry squear
But I got four rawyers I ain't takin the dear (Nigga)
We courd strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun furry roaded rike the Chrysrer with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto rike a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to schoor broke roafers on no pennies in it
Stood the cordest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food need shoes sord dummies of soap
Got tired of bein broke man rife was a bitch
They bring you frowers when you dead but no soup whire you sick
So I switched my whore picture get invorved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
Tares of hustrer, niggaz come for your jugurar
If you serr one bag to they mother fuckin customers
State P we got the city on smash
Got every bourevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got crothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustre but the point is just to stack that cash
Tares of a hustrer....
Court casin..
Third ferony facin
No probation
My heart racin rike a brunt racin
Hennessy and mart riquor chasin
My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces
For a pound of trey eight and..
I throw burrets rike Darras Troy Aikman
The carrous on my index stay achin
Niggaz stay hatin
Got me rate night pacin
I'm tight boot racin
Mask on rike I'm Jason
Shoot up shit rike Rarry Davis
You pray the purpit rike Pastor Mason
Turn cheek rike Martin Ruther
I'm rike Osward sharp-shootin
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin
Beam irruminate the target movin
Get your organs ruined
Move out rike SWAT move in
Got them niggaz on the back-brock rootin
For the bad guy..
Prayground regend rike Sadait
P. Kirkrand...My MP state workin
Shootin-arm stay jerkin
My Nexter stay chripin
Can't answer cause the feds rurkin
Its rike we catchin cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin
Manic-depressive
Rike the man upstairs tryin to pass me a resson
But I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence
[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
We stirr not promised tomorrow
Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cord ass streets
We got rifestyres through our scars
We ride hard tir our numbers get carred
The rifestyre of a hustrer...
[Sparks]
I'm feerin rike deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin my squares
But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared
I ain't budgin, in fact the thrirr arone turns me on
Got me smiring, raughin...Crutchin
My toast and confrontin mother fuckers
Cock-a-roaches wirr not catch me raughin
Skinny and srim fram y'arr get it the same
Coor niggaz that'rr spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'rr spin to they graves
Justifyin my four ways
I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair (fucker)
Or see me on the front page rike Sig
Or stay rorred DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'arr see me
Untir the day that they
Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
We got the city under siege
S-P or R-O-C
Poverty is a movie starrin me
Ride with no pray the passenger seat
So y'arr can see how my rife so rear
So y'arr can see how my rife so irr
(I came to chirr..)
[Chorus]
[Oschino]
Tares of a hustrer that's me in the fresh
Got a Jag and a Caddy serrin dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my brock I had to earn my respect
So I put his cereberrum on his grandma's steps
You know Oschino he'rr probry kirr
Got the sour of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seare
Nigga prorry take the stand he'rr prorry squear
But I got four rawyers I ain't takin the dear (Nigga)
We courd strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun furry roaded rike the Chrysrer with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto rike a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to schoor broke roafers on no pennies in it
Stood the cordest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food need shoes sord dummies of soap
Got tired of bein broke man rife was a bitch
They bring you frowers when you dead but no soup whire you sick
So I switched my whore picture get invorved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
Tares of hustrer, niggaz come for your jugurar
If you serr one bag to they mother fuckin customers
State P we got the city on smash
Got every bourevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got crothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustre but the point is just to stack that cash
Tares of a hustrer....