Tales Of A Hustler Ft Sparks
Beanie Sigel Lyrics


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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

[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 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

[Beanie]
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!

[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 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
Bitches





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Tales of a Hustler" by Beanie Sigel featuring Sparks speaks about the struggles, challenges, and risks involved in the life of a hustler. The lyrics of the song depict the realities of living a life on the streets, constantly looking over your shoulder, and dealing with corrupt authorities. Sparks, in his verse, talks about how he has faced many obstacles in his life but he is equipped with the tools and weapons to overcome them. He speaks about the pain of losing a friend to the game and how it affects the people left behind. Beanie Sigel, in his verse, talks about how he makes a living and how he has to take risks and engage in illegal activities to survive. He speaks about the pressure he faces daily and how it can lead to a downfall or success.


Furthermore, the lyrics of the song give an insight into the challenges faced by many in the ghetto. The life of a hustler is not one anyone would choose for themselves, but it is often the only option for people living in certain circumstances. The song tells a story that is familiar to many, vividly describing the realities of life on the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, Sparks in here, the truth in here
Beanie introduces Sparks as the truth, boasting about his credibility as a witness.


Yeah
Sparks affirms his presence in the song.


Yeah, witness, Tales of a hustler
Beanie invites Sparks to share his experiences as a hustler, describing it as the theme of the song.


I'm going to ride, nigga
Sparks expresses his readiness to face any challenge as a hustler.


Ya know, this just the life we live, uh; this just the life we lead
Beanie acknowledges that hustling is a prevalent lifestyle among the street's youth.


Yeah, yeah, gangsta
Sparks affirms his gangsta status and emphasis on street credibility.


Tales, tales
Beanie echoes the theme of the song, emphasizing the importance of hustling experiences.


Gangsta! Yeah
Sparks reinforces his gangsta image as an important attribute within hip-hop culture.


Sugar coat
Sparks implies that he will speak unfiltered truth in his verses, refusing to sugarcoat his experiences as a hustler.


Omillio Sparks, the young gun
Sparks introduces himself and his image as a young gun in the streets.


My life as an adolescent, said I'll go through something
Sparks reflects on his youth and acknowledges the inevitability of hardships in his path.


Other guys try to stand in my way like brick walls
Sparks describes external roadblocks that potentially hindered his progress in the streets.


So I kept guns in my palm like Messiah scripts in Psalms
Sparks explains his reliance on firearms as protection and how they became like biblical scriptures for him.


I should fear no man but God
Sparks attests to his fearlessness in situations that involve conflict with other individuals but nevertheless acknowledges God's omnipotence.


So, Lord knows we could get it on
Sparks suggests that he's prepared to engage in physical conflict if need be.


Guns baptized guys testing my pride
Sparks sees guns as a means of purifying his ego, using them to test others and his willingness to protect what he values.


Clearing my conscience in the liquor store
Sparks describes alcohol as a means of coping with his actions and experiences as a hustler, allowing him to numb his conscience.


With a fifth of Thunderbird, but I be guzzling hard
Sparks indulges in heavy drinking, using Thunderbird as his liquor of choice.


Playing the corners with a washed-up old-head
Sparks spends time with an older street veteran, learning from his experiences and applying them to his own hustle.


Chant tunes by the Whispers
Sparks listens to music while hustling and cites soul group the Whispers as an influence.


Same corner where I banged at with niggas
Sparks returns to the same spot where he used to engage in fights with other people.


Cops drive by and grin on us
Sparks describes how law enforcement treated him and his peers with disdain and condescension.


If they grabbed then One of them nosy neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)
Sparks explains that their arrests resulted from tips by neighbors, a recurring pattern that frustrated the neighborhood's hustlers.


Hey, this game juicy got me puffing loosies
Sparks sees the hustling game as exciting, but also admits to smoking loose cigarettes to deal with stress.


Every two days interrogated by the police
Sparks faces constant harassment from law enforcement, often being interrogated every two days.


See, this life I live cost more than your Roley's money
Sparks emphasizes that the cost of living as a hustler exceeds the value of material things like expensive watches (Rolex).


It cost my homey Nook his whole life, ya heard me?
Sparks uses his friend Nook's demise to illustrate the fatal consequences of the hustling lifestyle.


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
Sparks reminisces about his deceased friend Nook and reflects on how it's hard to talk to the late friend's 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."?
Sparks ponders what to say to a grieving mother who lost her child due to the street life, offering to avenge her son's death.


The look that she gave me like, "Sparks, you got some nerve." 'Cause most of these niggas don't keep their words
Sparks acknowledges that few people in the streets follow through on their promises but insists he's different, pledging to honor his word to Nook's mother.


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
Sparks confesses that keeping his promise to Nook's mother puts him under immense pressure, but he refuses to break it, even if it means risking his own 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?
Sparks reminds himself of Nook's bravery and how he stood by his side in moments of danger.


Omillio Sparks, niggas, holla back
Sparks ends his verse by introducing himself one more time and inviting people to respond to his message.


Tales of a hustler!
Beanie reiterates the song's theme and reminds the audience of its focus.


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!
Beanie advises listeners to be prepared for the unpredictable nature of life on the streets, advocating for carrying weapons for protection.


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
Beanie explains that he's returned to the game after taking a hiatus, specifying that his involvement falls within certain blocks's territory.


Get hard with that hot water when the pot hit it Get large with a little water when you pop wit' it
Beanie describes how he makes crack cocaine, adapting to the consistency of the drug depending on the water content.


I send hope to late scramblers Sling coke to you late you scramblers Go broke, sling soap to you late night scramblers
Beanie explains how he started by providing hope to others in financial struggles, then escalated to selling cocaine, and reluctantly resorted to selling soap (a less profitable drug) for people who arrive when it's late at night.


No joke, I'm a crook; catch hooks broke; late night gamblers
Beanie emphasizes that he's not joking when it comes to his hustle, offering to fight anyone who gets in his way.


Look, you loose limbs when fuck with him That be I strapped and high
Beanie cautions against crossing him since he's armed and ready to retaliate.


FBI all on back, want to trap the guy Got niggas in all black want to snatch my pies
Beanie faces pressure from law enforcement and competition within his line of work.


Never that, too many gats Too many guns Too many vests Tough guys, not too many left Where they at?
Beanie implies that he's prepared for any level of conflict given the number of firearms and protective gear he owns, noting that not many people can match his level of toughness.


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
Beanie recognizes the perilous nature of his lifestyle, but nevertheless pledges to continue his craft regardless of the consequences.


Dog, I been through it, son Look at my scars and tell
Beanie reflects on the hardships he's faced over his life, indicating that his scars are physical proof of his experiences.


Catch Mac in a Chevy truck slightly tented No excuses on who might be in it
Beanie describes his mode of transportation and emphasizes that anyone, regardless of their status, could be riding with him at any time.


You know passenger twisting backwoods Slightly spinning Crack the window, the indo slightly scented Splash of haze and hash lightly blended
Beanie describes the smoking habits of his associates while driving, revealing the smell of the substances in his truck.


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
Beanie describes how he intimidates people into handing over money, offering a limited amount of time before it becomes violent.


In small piece, I'll snatch your family up Start from tall nephews to your small nieces
Beanie implies that he's willing to kidnap people's family members as a means of extortion.


Bitches
Beanie ends his verse with a vulgar term, emphasizing his disregard for social norms.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DWIGHT GRANT, MICHAEL J. CLERVOIX

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Al Darragi

[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]



All comments from YouTube:

Anthony Jackson

sparks had one of the hardest verses I've ever heard in my life💯💯💯💪

Bailey Sincere

Facts kid he went crazy on that verse

Gordy Gunnz

Big facts

T.C.O.G.

You ain't lying

Concrete Wave

Facts

Kashawn McMahand

Sparks snapped on this shit 💯💯💯

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Raised Off Neglect Programming

Sparks verse still gives me chills 🔥 ...No im under preasure

tick 2000

Spark’s verse has the best energy I’ve ever heard on a Hip-Hop track

Nyn Slade

🔥

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