Regulators

Nobody playing why you coming around left way you stand Ten toes down stuck to the streets no turning in From where a nigga ah kill they bro for a bitch or Mercedes Benz Tell on they own momma for freedom don't understand Wasn't raised off them principles can't wrap it round my head Dig a hole for them rats cause they taking up precious air Bend a block a couple corners for my niggas who ain't there Something fishy going on know I can smell it in the air Wanna chick who ah quarter horse with good shoulders for her head Never had to jump off no porch cause my block was porch instead Back in the days if I ain't know you I'll hit a nigga to bed So if it ever happen back I'll smile and just take the L Geno told know way you going soon you gone be they Me an Black carried water buckets said we'll ball one day The lights was off up in the house for bout two months straight Niggas still came to kick it and they still right they Could give a f*ck how you feel cause I'm familiar with real Kept it true to the game and now I'm balling like Wilt Use to be posted like Shaq because my presence was felt An off my word I was built to be the man that I'm is So know you better stop playing cause I'm the man of my dreams Dog use to trip off of the fact how I move slow for the cream But know fa sho and know for certain I'll die for my team An when the narcs use to get on us I move swift like Hakeem Let'em hate cause they forever hating That mean you doing something right so just keep getting paper If it's oyster perpetual or that new Mercedes Just keep balling stand tall do it now or later yeah No looking down we were built to make it born to lose I refuse my woahs see it in me See them niggas taking shots but they not penetrating Stand tall run down cause I'm the regulator Told Killah learn my quotes soon you gone see your blessings Pray for my dog in ICU overdosed off depressants Sometime life will get you down you gotta keep it stepping Pray about it let it go it ain't no need to stress it Heart of a lion my dawg Vito was my second weapon Bulldog was for my discretion first to let you have it My bro came home from the yard yeah I let him have it He listen ran his paper up mouth was 22 karat Good spirits that be in me though feel it in my presence Chills in my blood from all this karma of my past actions Never did no bad business but still indulged in madness Grew up with ratchets prom queens and some crack addicts Shots in his heart and his lungs his whip ain't let him have it We were regulators cool bout how we handled madness Bro couldn't hold on no longer now may he rest in heaven Promise we gone make on your grave and for all your children yeah Let'em hate cause they forever hating That mean you doing something right so just keep getting paper If it's oyster perpetual or that new Mercedes Just keep balling stand tall do it now or later yeah No looking down we were built to make it born to lose I refuse my woahs see it in me See them niggas taking shots but they not penetrating Stand tall run down cause I'm the regulator