[Talking]
Fuckin' rules man.....
Rowdy peoples man
Got me high as a son of a bitch
Got me thinkin' about New York
But I wrote somethin' for y'all
Wha-what, yeh-yeh, listen to this
[Verse 1]
Regular day on my block same niggaz hustlin' in they own quarters
Classified wants Fudge again, but my regular crew
We average broke niggaz on occasion
Chip in between six for four wheelers
Make enough to stay crispy, but never the ones to blow spot
Catch AIDS before grenades hit me
Respected for my legal hustle
But really ain't much of it
On occasions told suck a dick
Sufferin' from a chronic irresponsibility syndrome
Fuckin' up all possibilities to get dough
I'm twenty years old, with the newest flavors on
Fucked up in the game can't even keep a pager on
Easily targeted from out my pack
A blue Privea pulls up, my man hops out the back
Fresh Gucci knits pulls a sack from out his hat
Compliments from chickens being heard, yo his Alfa's phat
Askin' me what I been up to
You know doin' shows same old same old
You know how Fudge do, blazzy bla uh-huh
He'll say fuck who?, some slut bitch from 175th that fuck you
Come on now please, what's cracka lackin' homie
Peep it there's somewhere I'd like for you to take a package for me
Times are hard, what package?, for them things, fuck dat shit
When where and how much the questions bein' asked
When he went in the pocket, of his right pant leg and broke out
Hundred dollar government notes out
Lookin' cute on the corner crushin' them hoes now
Bet he bagged one of their digits before he rose out
Runnin' through his ugly bills, and pulls his most ugly two-o out
Fam comes to me ya missed, no doubt, no doubt
And it goes like this, like this
[Hook]
Legal business, don't come through everytime
So I have to turn back to bad habits of crime
I'm not a genius, I got an average mind
So I have to turn back to bad habits of crime
(x2)['mind' changed to 'rhyme' on repeat]
[Verse 2]
Feelin' myself now, cards are dealt how
The fuck was I supposed to be offered what he held down
Is he activated in the game
Saturated his name in the market so much he graduated great
Ah fuck it fuck discussions let's talk business
Get accustomed to blowin' O's on some silly shit
Me and my man June and Jay, bunch ah idiots
We love layin' up in pussy like a clitoris listen, let's do it
Make sure that there really is a connect out there
we can't afford to lose it
It comes back good profits go back into our music
If not we won't be able to say we lived through it
Especially if a problem awoke
The same old pimpin' to this shit here
y'all know how it goes, it's over, it's over, it's over
