Tef - O.G. Talk lyrics

[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 f** a hood do to make a young buck get dumbstruck By the sight and the sound when the gun bust n***a tell me how to, f** 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 f** ya, I done paid all my dues in spades And know the tools of the trade n***a f** the police, I done spent life up in the streets Ain't got plans for comin up in this peice To give a n***a, every side of my struggle To show y'all mothaf**as all the real ill sh** they put a thug through And they wonder why I let my pants hang, f** with hoodrats Cheap n***a 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 bu*t 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 n***as I learned how to, think past n***as, and how to outcla** n***as Your buggin dukes, yeah I know you got thug in you And I got love for you, but all that sh** 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 n***a'z a** with knuckles f** the hard times, protect the j**els that the dog mined n***as get stupid, so my nines stay co*ked at all times Going to court, for a**ault 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 mothaf**in 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, k**ed by my own kind [Hook: Guru] - 2X