Lyrics:

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 supposed to speak till ya spoken to

(Tef)
Tell me what the fuck a hood do to make a young buck get dumbstruck
By the sight and the sound when the gun bust
Nigga tell me how to, fuck 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
Fuck ya, I done paid all my dues in spades
And know the tools of the trade
Nigga fuck the police, I done spent life up in the streets

Ain't got plans for comin' up in this piece
To give a nigga, every side of my struggle
To show why'all mothafuckas all the real ill shit they put a thug through
And they wonder why I let my pants hang, fuck with hoodrats
Cheap nigga and won't give up a God-damn thang

(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 butt

And just in case you want to 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 pe