| Yeah yeah, Ed O. G
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| Two-thousand, Primo
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| Yeah, niggas claim they runnin' this house
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| They just runnin they mouth
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| You ain’t sayin nothin'
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| Yo; |
| If the opportunity was to present itself
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| I might just have to go and reinvent myself
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| Hook up a chick and advance, don’t stick whenever the chance
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| Sometimes I hit, most the time my dick in my pants
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| It’s on dogs, put your life on pause/paws
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| Get heads wrapped up in bras and drawers, fightin a lost cause
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| We break laws, give gauze when we break jaws
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| Findin flaws in stars and keep the even with the odds
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| In head-nods, from Spanish red-head broads
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| And stay Trump tight, with the cards
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| Went from a meter to a yard, livin my life scarred
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| Cause every minority grow up hard
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| Blow up hard, illin get you banned and barred
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| Soon as you start sleepin catchin you off guard
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| The very thing, is a 'Bury thing
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| Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything
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| «Boston niggas don’t play.» |
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| live and direct son»
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| «The crew is sayin somethin.» |
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| you know the deal»
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| Will them dogs that smoke blunts witchu, throw a punch witchu
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| Or hold it down when you down and the mutts hitchu?
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| We all got tools -- I hate tellin good people bad news
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| Everybody livin by they own rules
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| Niggas make me so sick I get nauseous
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| When I’m in the streets I always remain cautious
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| You can get rolled up, like a ounce in some Garcias
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| Compare my accomplishments, to my losses
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| Everybody wanna wonder what the winner does
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| On my worst day now, it was better than it was
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| Cause money kept, is twice as good as money burned
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| And money won, is twice as sweet as money earned
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| Will there ever come a time, when the cryin ends?
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| Cause death is just a moment when the dyin ends
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| The very thing, is a 'Bury thing
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| Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything
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| «Boston niggas don’t play.» |
| «. |
| live and direct son»
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| «The crew is sayin somethin.» |
| «. |
| you know the deal»
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| Alcohol and weed is my vices
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| To see my daughter smile is priceless
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| I leave the nicest lifeless
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| Return like Christ in a crisis
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| Take this +American Pie+, and distribute out slices
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| Like enterprisers, who take it to the wire
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| And shine so bright, niggas need a sun visor
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| MC’s search the seven seas and wind up fishin
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| There’s little to no competition
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| When I appear like an apparition
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| Your repitition, kept you in the same tradition, same position
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| Same ol' rapper, same ol' mission, the game won’t listen
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| We got two thousand new ways, to shine and glisten
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| Ed O.G. |
| is to rap, what Pedro is to pitchin
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| Nowadays if you dissin, you could wind up missin
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| But if you ain’t under God, you goin under hard
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| And we gon' be the main event and y’all are undercard
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| The very thing, is a 'Bury thing
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| Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything
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| «Boston niggas don’t play.» |
| «. |
| live and direct son»
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| «The crew is sayin somethin.» |
| «. |
| you know the deal» |