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
Records own, bogus boy Ca, it's Ca nigga, ah-ha ha I'm here, right back on y'all, nigga Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, nigga Seven-fo', let's go! [
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 me
IN THE SPOT Tell me what y'all want GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT Y'all niggaz ready to do it LET'S BLOW THE MOTHERFUCKIN SPOT All my niggaz ATTENTION
Eff the industry, I'm still the same old G Serve to the streets till you lames O.D. Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me [Chamillionaire imitating
, it's goin down That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
m out (when I'm out) And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout) The paper boy, it's only G's on my route If you want to (want to), then we can
S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty T to the A, to the S T E Y - girl, you're tasty. T to the A, to the, to
late, great I feel good; let's go to the x house That's where Heather and Margie got everybody x'ed out Walk in the crib, my homegirl say Tech's with
, that's Will and them (so fresh) I check the rhyme like Quest Some jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and
girls huddle Get back to the crib, bathtubs filled with bubbles Champange, cavior, for Hollywood rockstars, back on the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G
motherfuckers are greedy There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick (Xzibit: Any other
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
