ft. Don Parmazhane, Tef
  
  [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 niggaz
  I learned how to, think past niggaz, and how to outclass niggaz
  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
  Niggaz 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