Back when the hood was supposed to be good, every boy and girl did all that they could.
To take care of business to keep the family eating good.
There lived an old man who's house was on the corner, quiet old man but his wisdom was older.
Wisdom of the old, the type of wisdom for kings to pay gold.
Made millions in the game, and then a young man came, to him he said:
"Young man, Sit down lemme share some wisdom I keep in my pocket, best to put it in your mind's safe, and lock it.
I see you in the black on black 'Lac, soon Maybach. With about 2, 3 girls all different shades of black.
Use green to make green stacks.
Moved on to flip white, and got ya money back.
Got you about ten Mac 10s in the back of that ‘Lac thinking you on track, on your way to the top, cream of the crop, but young blood you in for a very long drop.
All them places you go in that black ‘Lac, you ever notice that brother in the silver Pontiac?
He knows about ya, He's heard all about your racks, and he got gats, trust its a fact he gonna attack knows you ain't gangster just cause you wear a Snapback."
Back when the hood was supposed to be good, every boy and girl did all that they could.
To take care of business to keep the family eating good.
There lived an old man who's house was on the corner, quiet old man but his wisdom was older.
Wisdom of the old, the type of wisdom for kings to pay gold.
Made millions in the game, but it’s back to the hood he came.
The young man’s shocked, seen right through, he just trynna make a dollar not rep Piru.
Still, being hard he asks, “Aight old man, what do I do?"
The old man says “This method is what you call trill and true."
"Listen, I’ve been your position, played it all the way out, no intermission.
Ya killers on a mission, use your intuition, your money is your protection, but his trigger finger itching.
Now nah you ain’t a rat, nah you a snake, but they know you fraud.
Now you can be a coward or you can be a man, either way understand there’s gonna be a stand, it's you and his whole team in hand.
You might make it through, if you gotta crew.
Don't know how many you got, roster used to be full, but I know some died when you sold out to the bulls?"
Back when the hood was supposed to be good, every boy and girl did all that they could.
To take care of business to keep the family eating good.
There lived an old man who's house was on the corner, quiet old man but his wisdom was older.
Wisdom of the old, the type of wisdom for kings to pay gold.
Made millions in the game, he tried to warn the kid, but things weren't the same
The young man starts to sweat, chest pains are coming.
The old ancient fear being reduced to nothing.
No one knows the truth, 'cept this old man.
Youngin' loses composure, out of his chair he stands.
"Man, you mad disrespectful, I ain't no Snapback gangster, I ain’t no fraud! How I know you real? Just cause you got scars?"
"You decrepit, senile, ancient old man, I'd smack you right down if you could even stand."
Respect the old, my scars are more real than the stories you told, much more real than the leather wallet you fold.
“You deserve what you get."
Said the old man, “Regardless my Wisdom you won't forget."
You came to me, you and your lies, just know, I was trying to save your life.”
Back when the hood was supposed to be good, every boy and girl did all that they could.
To take care of business to keep the family eating good.
There lived an old man who's house was on the corner, quiet old man but his wisdom was older.
“Try and Come back when you have the right, first lets see if you can live through the night.”
