[Hook: Guru] - 2X
Used to run with the older dudes
That's how I know the rules
Notice how these fools talk gats but can't hold the tool
What I know is true, I do what I'm supposed to do
Open you, you kids ain't sposed to speak till ya spoken to
[Tef]
Tell me what the f** a hood do to make a young buck get dumbstruck
By the sight and the sound when the gun bust
n***a tell me how to, f** I know the smell of gunpowder
So well that when the shell spits sniffin it'll rouse ya
Why you send me like this to live a life with such malice
In the streets bound by the vows of marriage
To the game, I'm a hustler
Shellshocked from lettin the shells pop from the muffler
Get knocked, get bailed, with the bell heart just to touch ya
f** ya, I done paid all my dues in spades
And know the tools of the trade
n***a f** the police, I done spent life up in the streets
Ain't got plans for comin up in this peice
To give a n***a, every side of my struggle
To show y'all mothaf**as all the real ill sh** they put a thug through
And they wonder why I let my pants hang, f** with hoodrats
Cheap n***a and won't give up a God-damn thang
[Hook: Guru] - 2X
[Guru]
I sat by the door, but never call me a spoof
Go head and, call on ya troops, we'll have you callin a truce
I got here on pure guts, carve diamonds with pure cuts
Still the king of underground, you toilet tissue, pure bu*t
And just incase you wanna spread rumors
Me and Tef'll give you lead to the head tumors
Used to rock blue and red Pumas
I went to Farrakhan speak when I was 12 years old
He said, "Create your own job, know yourself, don't fold"
My uncle Clarence, rest in peace and do your music
For Giovanni, rest in peace, I hear guns in the Buick
Big Shug told me, "Boy you know we got talent"
I was always wylin, still iller than the most violent
From O.G. pimps, businessmen, to jazz n***as
I learned how to, think past n***as, and how to outcla** n***as
Your buggin dukes, yeah I know you got thug in you
And I got love for you, but all that sh** ain't nothin new
[Hook: Guru] - 2X
[Don Parmazhane]
This can only get old, swear to God I was born in the ghetto
Where fiends fight all night, dogs bite like pedal
Been on the streets and yo, I shoulda worked the hustle then left
Twenty years old, 100 G's on the set
Tell me how long, must I take this struggle
All I know is to hustle, livin in this never-endin struggle
Why, problem after problem, cope with one half then doubles
Blast with hot Glocks and whoop n***a'z a** with knuckles
f** the hard times, protect the j**els that the dog mined
n***as get stupid, so my nines stay co*ked at all times
Going to court, for a**ault with the chrome nine
You "bout it?" Now you in jail, you bout to hold mine
Feel like I been to Hell four times
Fightin with the mothaf**in demon, I can't see him cuz I'm so blind
He spoke to me, in a voice that was so calm
Said I was dead already, k**ed by my own kind
[Hook: Guru] - 2X