Guru - O.G. Talk lyrics
[Guru - O.G. Talk 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 sposed to speak
Till ya spoken to
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
Spit's 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
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 OG 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
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
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
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
Spit's 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
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 OG 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
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