[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 dou
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[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 dou
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