Regulate

Aight, nah mean?
First of all, it's like situations we go through every day in our life
Nah mean? (Word!)
Either you hold a gun or you get got with a gun
Nah mean? I just can't see that happen to none of us fellas
So I'ma let you know what the real deal is about this shit

It was a hot day, with shorty round way
Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J

All day, the NSX pull out the driveway
Feelin' like Scarface, desperado on the case
Acres of eighths, celebrate, livin' it great
Into your mind state, Allah forever flush straight

Overwhelm your faith, hold it down across state
You know, fitted hat, Tommy shorts to match
Laid back, execution of rap that breaks that
Face the fact, tattoo on my arm and pack gat

Never mind that, quick reflexes, I bust back
Party back to back, New York where it's at
Hold up, stop for a second... bring it back, cousin
Let's have a good time, cypher with the Dutch combine
Respect mine, that's why you live the deaf, dumb and the blind
Bottom line, let's all shine, can't be mad at what's mine
It took a lot to get these props, three shots and almost got rocked
My hustle on the rooftop to watch cops

Now I'm gettin' crazy cheddar, drivin' Rolls, Bentleys and better
The street constellates the terror, the rhyme sever
An overdose of speakin', broadcastin' niggas speakin'
Probably thinkin', I'm just a wise nigga drinkin'

Whatever you do, you gotta get your shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate
Whatever you do, you gotta get your shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate

While on the mailbox sittin' steamin', peep the demons
Check the schemin', seen it in they eyes gleamin'

Sorta like the shine, set the thoughts un-divine
Rewind, inside they mind, maybe have somebody find me
My body with lacerations, cuts, abrasions
Wounds I couldn't stop 'em when the bullets started blazin'
Awakened from concentration, started to skate
My heart rate, had my Gore-Tex with no breaks
Jump the gate, hit the ground on my side, but no pain
Turn around and find 'em comin' like a runaway freight train
And play you, I see blues and cars in twos

Choose to lose, ain't no option in my everyday news
Grab the heat to slide, maybe jump up in the ride
Now my nigga Flush, he like lamped on the side
Strictly shorty chasin', relax, mind-lacin'
Line cooperation now to start activation
Ill collaboration from a team that you facin'
We break nation, move back style of blatant

A holy war daily with the God verse Satan
Chill, amass a mil', lay back, leave it doublin'
Money for wubblin', from '95, you recoverin'
My crew smotherin', carry Benjamins and jugglin'

Whatever you do, you gotta get your shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate
Whatever you do, you gotta get your shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate
Whatever you do, you gotta get your shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate
Whatever you do, you gotta get your shit straight
No time to wait, make money and regulate

Uh, yeah ("I told ya!")
Queens Nation ("Regulation")
Mike G, Royal Flush ("No doubt")
'96, '97 Shit ("Nigga need high")
LB, yeah ("I told ya!")
North Stance
Yo, Machu Lo ("I told ya!")
Live, Rainbro ("I told ya!")
Nasim Universal
P-Cypher, Die Wu ("I told ya!")