Fun years are over (and now here comes) A period of time, respect is measured in lump sums Of money (drugs, thugs are cool) Word up, chumps get slung (kids droppin outta school Girls add fuel to the fire if you're a bum) Word up, bottomline is: (kid, you're gettin none) (No play at all) cause they want Shirlings Fat bangle bracelets (the matching earrings) Brothers, they be fallin victim to the trickin The life is finger lickin good (just like the chicken) Don't count em all (word up, until they hatch) The story sounds good (shit, but there's a catch) Jorge (Jorge of the projects) Made the choice to gain material objects (Pushin Ac Legends up the block) Stock is on the rise (from the flip of a rock) So he chills (in the fat-ass joint) Point fingers (favors linger in the mind) He got his (and you know I got mine) But for now it's about that time Check it out Jorge, Jorge, Jorge of the projects (repeated) [ VERSE 3