Rule number one go against the grain number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked, play and say names The 45 will you out the frame
It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin' Don't mean nothin' changed but the things my money My style will you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got pleany money, actin' like they got bail
I feel for you niggas gettin' shot while I'm sayin' this Or niggas in the mess hall gettin' shot on lines An old timer schooled me burn bridges my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta
I watch the melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York Me and saw from afar and had a talk He said I told 'em if he came around I'd him, I gave him my word Look at his its still shakin' he had alot of nerve
If it wasn't for the I'd probably have to double back bubble Yeah, yeah I'm a Yeah, yeah I'm a Yeah, yeah I'm a
If it wasn't for the I'd probably to double back bubble crack Yeah, yeah I'm a Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a
Yo, when the fed come in the game loyalty is Hardcore niggas start actin' With the feds you do five percent of your time you get ten you'll damn near do nine
Hate a more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary, a liar is my reality The I know 'em like my ABC's Stay from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred G's you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel the breeze co for key's
Yo bitches sexin' me take me to I nut, I don't want 'em next to me (Ahh, oh shit) If it's on mother believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type to swallow my blood I swallow my pride on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy runnin' with me from BKNY
If it wasn't for the I'd probably have to back bubble crack Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a
They say I don't sound like a killer, well, how a killer I bet I grab a foe pound and back ass down See many men live and many men die Many men get puff lah and stay high
Here's a jewel love you and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same always change I don't quit that theres more that one way to a cat You can get him in the face dog or down his
All bullshit aside now time to be honest I fear no man for death is all promised I got niggas standin' in line to hear me spit From eighty six to ninety six the game went sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the dyin' to shine I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for Don't nothin' change in the but faces and names Skate to wait to date and the
If it for the flow I'd probably to double back bubble crack Yeah, yeah I'm a Yeah, yeah I'm a Yeah, yeah I'm a