C.O.K.E - Regulators Lyrics

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