[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