O.G. Talk

[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 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 peice To give a nigga, every side of my struggle To show y'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 [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 butt 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 niggas I learned how to, think past niggas, and how to outclass niggas Your buggin dukes, yeah I know you got thug in you And I got love for you, but all that shit 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 nigga'z ass with knuckles Fuck the hard times, protect the jewels that the dog mined Niggas get stupid, so my nines stay cocked at all times Going to court, for assault 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 mothafuckin 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, killed by my own kind [Hook: Guru] - 2X