steal our game, but these years you can't fade It's Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the grave Chikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captain
s going down Boss Hoggin' entertainment Big Denero entertainment E.S.G. and Slim Thug Feel it man, feel it man Make way for E.S.G. my 20's - CRAWLING
(say what), in the life of E.S.G And I wonder what God, got in store for me out on these streets [E.S.G.] See it's a dirty world, but it still roll
E.G.O.E.S.O.N. You've got more than money and sense, my friend You've got heart and you go in your own way L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. What you don't have now
Eu na?o gosto dos G.R.E.S Mas em fevereiro Tenho que suportar os G.R.E.S. O carnaval Com seu esparito de festa Suas cabrochas na avenida churrasquinho
Verse 1: Let go of all Your preconcieved notions about me And let me set the record straight I'm not the person that they said I was I'll show you that
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your
And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own color
the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover, E where
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to Beats for the hoodlums Somebody's gotta do'em Fed's screw 'em Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
ivy honor my oldest child,daddy gone be gone a while she broke down an cried, fanna sell a couple cars quick hundred g's,a couple diamond chains 200 g's
plan on goin' until it's all gone Playin' it strong on whatever you want Gotta get right, give a fuck if it's wrong Shots of Patron, whole lotta strong 800's
deep down, there's something in me he found That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phantom believe
INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo, this is me (what's going on Kardinal?) Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right (uh huh) A crew man come
black [Incomprehensible], he's a mussler [Incomprehensible] I ain't tryin' to start up a fuss But real G's don't need luck She's like, oh, there's Stryderman
