[Chorus: Bun B & Talib Kweli]
Get yo ass up out the game if you don't know how to play it
If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it
N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)
And get the fuck up out ya head
You heard what the fuck I said
Get yo ass up out the hood if you don't know how to roll
If you tryna get some paper keep yo hand on your pole
N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)
And get the fuck up out ya head
You heard what the fuck I said
[Verse 1: Bun B]
I never been nothin' but trill and I'll never be
Makin sure you fuck n****s never a step ahead of me
Got the pedigree plus the paper, power, and posture
Attached with some made n****s like I'm Sinatra
You want the life I live but can't afford it
Even want to rap like me, but can't record it
Your views distorted, boy you must not see
You can be anybody in this world, just not me
Triple OG status and its not to be questioned
N****s barely off the porch so we not even stressin'
You come out yo face to me and you gon' learn you a lesson
And I'mma be the one to teach it n**** class is in session
Everywhere you try to go I done already seen it
From the era where if you said you bout it you better mean it
And if you know you ain't down for the smoke, then why try it?
In these streets you gotta live by the code or die by it
[Chorus: Bun B & Talib Kweli]
Get yo ass up out the game if you don't know how to play it
If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it
N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)
And get the fuck up out ya head
You heard what the fuck I said
Get yo ass up out the hood if you don't know how to roll
If you tryna get some paper keep yo hand on your pole
N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)
And get the fuck up out ya head
You heard what the fuck I said
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Once upon a time a lame came to me and claimed he was an OG
His crab ass tried to say he was a bad ass like Joey
Never studied the lessons but claimed he was G-O-D
I know it sounds ridiculous, I'm just repeatin' what he told me
Son, you know me, maybe its a product of my pride
But I find it difficult to let disrespectful shit slide
So I told him, if you ain't doin shit for your community
You can pull them lames by callin' yourself an OG, but you ain't foolin' me (nah)
Thats a gem I got from Bun, my brotha truest rapper
Swearin' that they shooters from the safe space at they home computers
I seen Bun in the street makin' dope maneuvers
Couplea weeks later he had to shoot a home intruder
Through the trials and the tribulations
An OG always keep his hand in sticky situations
No matter what he facin' (no matter what)
You know how the story goes, shout out to Cory Mo
My lyrics is my visual, the story Bun, lets get this dough
[Chorus: Bun B & Talib Kweli]
Get yo ass up out the game if you don't know how to play it
If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it
N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)
And get the fuck up out ya head
You heard what the fuck I said
Get yo ass up out the hood if you don't know how to roll
If you tryna get some paper keep yo hand on your pole
N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)
And get the fuck up out ya head
You heard what the fuck I said
If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it
If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it
