(fading in)ive tried my hardest,
but im ashamed to look back on how i used to be/
been the same for years and no ones still used to me/
an as for the views that i used to see/
meant nothin cuz they were pointless/
im in need of a bunch of oinments/
to heal these wounds, from these chickens usin me/
now im in my bed restin, an my head's stressin/
im takin my best guess an tryin to find the end of my next session/
i guess its time for me to stop messin around, an testin the sound/
that i use for these kids when the lesson goes down/
rule one, be a pimp like either cyclone, bones, or letta*/
an when her birthday comes, forget about wut u should get her/
roses wit a break, or a burger wit a nut, which one to you would sound better?/
if u dont like that, then pull somethin out of ur grandmother's dresser/
rule two, never let em get a hold of ur jewels/
whether its a braclet off ur wrist, or a piece of clothing articles/
theyll rip u in particles, an ull be gassed up/
theyll say you should be passed up/
then you realize how important they really are to you/
rule three, yea i saved the best for last/
u bet ur ass, u an ur boys better bet some cash/
that ull be the one decievin, an make sure u mislead them/
put em in the position you want em in rite b4 u leave em/
i know these rules cuz of the fact ive been the game for years/
been played an lost, an shed so many tears/
an now, after all of these years, thank god that i see/
if i stayed the same, then no one would wanna be like me/

*cyclone, bones, an the lettaman are part of my click an are backin me up on the album which is still in progress