Not a Game

All I know is hustle All I know is rubble All I know is struggle All I know is trouble All I know is smuggle All I know is double Ain't nobody business but the town All of the scales, it's digital underground (Step up, step, step, step up, step up) So you know I get around But I be right back like the cracks in the foundation That's why we like what's cracking and what's shaking (what's shakin') Bay slang birthed from the earthquakin' And we bend never break, fast everyday Hungry tummy always coming for the biggest plate And the shift right left like the wipers on the scraper Though the rain gon' come why you hiding under paper No seeds, rolling tree with a looseleaf garden Call a spade a nigga but these niggas, they ain't sharp enough To break dirt, better know I've been about the soil Cali been about the gold like Texas been about the oil So slick when I slide through Chick wanna ride too Clique bonafide, homicide like the nine do Mind been on "I do" Married to the hustle on fire like Piru, no blood Muscle on wide I'm middle of the block like "what?" Same white tee, still don't give a fuck Same white teeth, same smile, still suck Same white people sitting with the game, fucked up Set my day one spitting with the flame untucked This the bay, son you missin' what we saying, dumb luck Yo, uh What you thought it was a game? Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way Break a couple for you when you run into the gang Don't be acting brand new if you really wanna play Bitch, welcome to the Bay I don't got too many friends now Many robbed me of my intiution so I axed 'em Playin' my position I got 20- 20 vision I don't listen if the pimpin' isn't part of how you flex 'em Got me feelin' extra, bless up, 3-deep the car Mobbin about the monty what I'm dropping is CPR To push down on a couple bodies Who clowned and be speaking harder It seemed she wasn't around till I freed up a couple yards Oh, you thought that was easy Lot of fakers caught the tape and now repeat me I was in a scraper pulling favors for the capers Putting casual commissary for my motherfuckers Caught up in the danger at the precinct Me thinks we should body this new flock of too cocky Bourgeoisie bitch looking hipster kids passing this rap shit It seemed far too popular Putting a couple shots in they monikers Thinking they Gods when they not even common carpenters Hollerin' hollow as top notch telemarketers Who got some top like you talkin tall as a tightrope But in a crap game He don't know how to dice though Yo, uh What you thought it was a game? Dominoes and bones when it's money on the way Break a couple for you when you run into the gang Don't be acting brand new if you really wanna play Bitch welcome to the Bay Hold up, write that down (All I know is hustle) One time let me see (All I know is Bubba) Tough stuff, great stuff (All I know is struggle) Shake it Break that shit down (All I know is trouble) One time let me see (All I know is smuggle) Tough stuff, great stuff (All I know is double) Shake it When I'm in first class on a plane People ask me what I do for a living I tell em, a little bit of this A little bit of that, hustlin' and grittin' Getting my money up, pockets need a tummy tuck My wallet and my bankroll and my baller gut When I was young I had a discussion with my street side What did you talk about? Living and dying What about your paper route? Rhytmic grindin' Clientele and clout? Multiplyin' Now I came in the gang with a boomerang Never sold pews, but they used to sell that there candy cane Evils and heels living 500, he all right In the hood was black folks think that castor oil cure everything All kind of different treats with all kind of different names I use ocean soil and chicken shit to feed my strains The Hillside of Vallejo was the land I claim I gave my brother Dannell some meal to buy a Mustang Back in 1985 when shit was live We did what we had to do to survive All the real ones gone in jail or even died So it's up to me to teach 'em the ghetto guides Byatch!