Hey yo, Ricky was a young boy who hated schoolThe only fun he ever knew was to break the rulesMonkey see, monkey doNow Ricky was the fool, but he didn't really see itCause he thought he's being coolNow Ricky went to class and he learned to talk backAnd if a person talked back, then he got his jaw crackedThe motto of this kid was to start * quickAnd if you didn't follow it, then you got your wigs splitNow school was for dummies cause he hustled his wayThe only one to make that money, so he fronted all dayAnd he was dreaming of a whip and a bitch to goRicky wanted in the game and all the kids to knowThat he was not to be trustedNot to be * withNot to be hustled or the others thinking, suck dickRicky was the type to work hard and earn a repAnd pretty soon he learned to talk in terms of threatsRicky wanted all work his way in the blockHe wouldn't fall and went straight to the topHe was learning all the tricks and the ways to get paidHe wanted C for A, A for S, A for HRicky wanted all work his way in the blockHe wouldn't fall and went straight to the topHe was learning all the tricks and the ways to get paidHe wanted C for A, A for S, A for HNow Ricky and his boys thought they had respectThat they were kings of the streets and they stacked them chicksThey were breaking into houses, grabbing anything in sightGetting used to the idea of doing anything they likeAnd every night, they were getting into troubles and fightsBusting anybody's carriage cause they loving the fightThey would look you up and trash your carBeat a drunk * up and then go smashing a barNow Ricky and his crew, they control the blockThey always one step ahead as opposed to the copsDoing drugs, hitting clubs, chasing chickens till they dieAnd Ricky here felt great but he was listening to liesBut Ricky didn't notice cause this Ricky wanted moreSo he challenged anybody, not afraid to start a warAnd he didn't give a * cause Ricky said he's gonna make itIf he doesn't come for free, you're damn right he's gonna takeBut if Ricky wanted all, worked his way in the blockHip, hip, he wouldn't fall and went straight to the topHe was learning all the tricks and the ways to get paidHe wanted C, F for A, F for S, F for HBut if Ricky wanted allHe wouldn't fall and went straight to the topHe was learning all the tricks and the ways to get paidHe wanted C, F for A, F for S, F for HNow Ricky went ahead and stepped his game up a notchAnd by now every youngin knew his name on the blockHe had fame, he had rocks cause he started slinging drugsAnd it was deep into the * plus he was bringing it to thugsIt was fat bucks, kung fu flicks and nunchucksPretty ladies by they side, disposal of dumb fucksNow Ricky had it all and he thought he was the manBut he was wrong, he was the manBut he started getting paranoid and caught up in the bandNow it's no turning back, gotta earn that cashSee Ricky and his boys they were learning fastHe was dressed for success with the flyers of gearAnd whenever in the club somebody's buying him beerBut some people didn't like that Ricky's doing it bigBut Ricky didn't care, he's probably screwing their chicksAnd one night when he was driving home this girl that he was humpingPut the pedal to the metal but his brakes didn't functionSo who the hell is going to give me any cash?I need a job, Johnny.He gets every * cent I take in now.All the time watching him at the dig to the principal.He owns half the paper on my joint.Pretty soon he's just going to own the whole goddamn thing.I need back in the game, Johnny.And I know you always plan it ahead.