SAN QUINN - Playin' By the Rules lyrics

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Get Low Playa, San Francisco, California, home is Fillmoe

Crooked cats, our neighborhood jacks, bare facts

We back, got scratch, no scratch, broke flat

Abidin' by the rules, survivin' not to lose the game played

Hustlers stayin' paid, hit the cuts doin' raids

Snitches is viscous, talkin' bout the guidelines

Slidin' down the side sidelines being blocked by the rollers

Hold up, hold on, it's crucial in the drug zone with different mugs on

Gangstas, hustlers, playas

Must us deal with bustas causin' ruckus for the come up?

Violatin', I'm just statin', by the regulations you really should be playin'

Instead of fakin', man, that's real hatin'

Then we gettin' only the perpatratin'

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I refuse to lose, I paid dues in the game

And won't nuthin' change

Takin' tricks on worldwide trips ain't my M.O.

Fame came back from demos

When I first enkindled with baby boo's with new shoes

New doo's and spandex dresses

All in the Hunter's Point section of the city

Pretty momma lookin' proper

But she walkin', tennis shoes talkin'

Often cats stay scratched cuz they have no other leisure

Time but to trust in a skeezer

Not every lady, but I know a few diggers

Who dealt with niggas cuz of they figures, and stripped 'em clean

With the 17 heat to the cheek, don' t speak

Caught with a leak, drippin', lay it down

Folks is broke and playin' round

Jokin', get fooled not knowin' the rules

Everything ain't cool cuz you got a piece

Put away with ya own tool, now you deceased

Learn the rules

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Haters stop hatin', playas keep playin'

The hustle goes on, paper flows long

My grip's so strong I cannot let go of ghetto activities, robberies and

mobbin' deep

Big Caddie's 93, now what you tellin' me?

Envy has you plannin' on spillin' me

Once a close comrade, blew bomb sacs together

Now it's mortal combat, you down for whatever?

Switchin' outta jealousy, smilin' but backstabbin'

Mack assassinatin' over the skills I be havin'

Conversatin' with these hoodrats, should stack your paper

Saltshaker, woof, the broad taker, wannabe gangsta

Gossipin', followin' crowds, breakin' rules, way foul

It ain't my style to be dealin' with chumps

Only deal with the real scrill, put the real raps over real funk

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