Альбом E.S.G.

(*talking*)
Say, say yeah-yeah, come here for a minute
(listen to me everybody), huh it's a true story people
(I got a story to tell), about a G-A-N-G-S-T-A

[E.S.G.]
Gangsta, never heard the word befo'
Think the first time, I was like nine years old
All my life been told, don't you curse or steal
Do onto others as they do onto you, be for real
Saw my first drug deal, while in the 8th grade
So this the way, a lot of po' folks be getting paid
I wasn't raised that way, I'm making A's and B's
But I'm sick and tired, of having empty ass Christmas trees
Wasn't no mongoose for me, or sued Pumas for the Boss
Couldn't get no bike, cause my mama laid off
Santa Clause ain't coming, ain't chimneys in the projects
Just smoked out vents, begging for a long check
Hanging on the wrong set, eating cookies and chips
While other cats on the track, had cookies to flip
Exposed me to a new way, to get me some pay
Day by day, I'm turning to a

[Hook]
(all american gangsta), all my life I wanted to be
A real (gangsta), not the kind on TV
I mean a (gangsta), and I ain't talking bout prankstas
(a gangsta), talking bout that (all american gangsta)
That's the only life I know
I mean a (gangsta), all about his cash flow
I mean a (gangsta), one that just won't quit
A real (gangsta), talking bout (that all american gangsta)

[E.S.G.]
Coming home, from practice
Throw my jersey in the washer, grab my work from under my mattress
Be on the block, 5 to 9 going bout 10
The next day I wake up, same thang again
True sporting letterman, football or hoops
Ain't no telling what you'll find, stuffed in my Polo boots
All-city athlete, two T.D's a game
Hop off the bus hit the cuts, three OZ's of caine
See a year came, all-state putting it down
20 points 10 rebounds, scoring six pounds
College scouts came down, even a few from the pro's
But little do they know, I'm a

[Hook]
(all american gangsta), all my life I wanted to be
A real (gangsta), not the kind on TV
I mean a (gangsta), not no studio pranksta
But a (gangsta), talking bout (that all american gangsta)
One that, just won't snitch
I mean a (gangsta), keep it real with his click
A real (gangsta), who be putting it down
A real (gangsta), till they put me six feet underground

(*talking*)
I'm a gangsta, know I'm saying
But I ain't finished yet, come here (listen to me everybody)
Ha true story, (I got a story to tell)
About a G-A-N-G-sta

[E.S.G.]
I got some scars to prove, I refuse to lose
You gotta pay some dues, wanna fill my shoes
Now which road should I choose, a gangsta or a jock
Which team should I choose, the field or the block
It's a good day, feel like grinding today
Cause tomorrow, gon be national signing day
Who should I choose, Florida State or LSU
Mean while this cat roll, I'm talking bout (hey you)
I'm like who me (yeah you, is your name Cedric Hill
You've been charged with conspiracy, to make a drug deal)
Be real, two and a half years being locked away
Now I'm a ex-convict, can't get a job today
Instead of signing with the pros, and going big time
I spent my day locked away, and signing for my time
Let me put this on your mind, America thank ya
You're the reason, I turned into the

[Hook]

(*talking*)
G'd up for real nigga, I don't care where you from
East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, Dirty South
Game recognize game, real G's click for real G's baby
Blue wear blue, red wear red you're Vice Lord or G.D.
We don't give a damn, long as you bout your money
E.S.G., SES (all american gangsta)

[Hook]
Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside
Put one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to ride
This one for those that died, and survived thru the struggle
It don't matter your damn color, whole world's a dirty hustle
Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside
Put one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to ride
This one for those that died, and survived thru the struggle
This for my sisters and brothers, this world a dirty hustle

[E.S.G.]
Now I don't care where you at, you find a Martin Luther King
Just like every hood and ghetto, got a damn dope fiend
Rich kids crack jokes, on those who reside in the projects
But be in them same projects, tryin to buy some weed or some X
But it ain't no disrespect, cause I just spit how I'm living
Ask Andrea Yates, how can she drown five children
If you feelin like I'm feeling, put ya hands in this direction
Or black or hispanic, but they got the lethal injection
Get caught up on the grind, sending a dime trying to shine
Third crime get 99, child molester get less time
Mr. President are you blind, you see what bill I was doing
Oh I get it, y'all trying to see who Jesse Jackson screwing
This one for my Aaliyah's, Notorious Bigs and the Marvin Gayes
The 2Pac's and Bob Marley's, we lost along the way
I pray for Cascious Clay, should I say Muhammad Ali
They find a cure for his disease, as well as HIV you feel me

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
The reason I say the world a hustle, er'body tryin to get rich
The radio and T.V., better believe it's politics
Better get all you can get, them contracts no joke
Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke
Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly
Ask South Park Mexican, Michael Jackson or R. Kelly
Say Big Pun was too heavy, complications with his heart
Feel sorry for his family, his career was at a start
Same thang for Fat Pat, Big Steve and my partna Screw
They say an overdose on coedine, but his family know the truth
The weight of the world on ya shoulder, send to be a man
Lil' Curtis hung himself, Big George died in a van
Three years ago, I would of been in that same van
This ain't no tales from the hood, they true stories man
They send military men, to another land with a gun in his hand
To fight on the front-line, in a war I don't understand man

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
Now police pull me over, found a glock and a extra clip
Ask me who I rap with, do I know who shot Lil' Flip
I'm like no dog, turn my head I'm a grown man
Gotta watch my back from Arafat, and the jackas in my own land
The other day, the Klu Klux Klan had a rally
They gang is bigger than, the Crips and Bloods if ya ask me
The whole world is a hustle, home of the brave and free
With Penitentiary workers, modern day slavery
What kind of choices they gave me, play ball or stay in school
Convicted felons can't get jobs, who the hell made them rules
What about Basketball Bobby, won't make it to the pros
He averaged 24, but his SAT's were low
Imagine hearing a gun blow, seeing blood all over the bead
See Al had AIDS, so he shot himself in the head
Know sometimes we get scared, looking ahead pass the trouble
The world a dirty hustle, Lord help us through the struggle

[Hook]

(*talking*)
Ha mayn, Big Mello
Man, all my fallen G's

[Intro]
Yes we are, yes we are
Ooh, we getting money - 3x
Man, I done came a long way
Now all my people getting money, like the song say

[E.S.G.]
Now what you know bout sleeping on old sheets, and wasn't no silk
I was coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs, but wasn't no milk
And when the heat was turned off, I grabbed my grandma quilt
Man I swear times was hard, mama look what you built
The other kids use to laugh, and say our clothes was stole
You almost got caught, stealing games from my Nintendo
My little brother didn't know, and I ain't say nothing
I use to love when you bring the Jabos, and Polos with the buttons
I gotta tell you mama dearest, I love you to death
Made a kid from the projects, win best dressed
I'm one of the best up out the Southwest, ES the name
We having a ball, like a income tax check done came
No more sitting at home, and rolling blunts all day
Doing a in-store, I'm on to all work and no play
Even if it's mimimum wage, at least you getting paid
Put your drinks in the air, if you getting money (hey)

[Hook]
Yes we are, getting it
Yes we are, getting it
(broke days, was the worst days
Now we sip champagne, when we thirst-ay)
Yes we are, getting it
Yes we are, getting it
Yes we are getting it, M-O-N-E-Y fa sho

[E.S.G.]
This for my Master P's, P. Diddy's and Russell Simmon's
All my Snoop's and Ice Cube's, that's Hollywood pimping
All my independent bouncers, that ain't thinking bout stopping
Look at old J from Rap-A-Lot, he making millions from boxing
Ain't no job oppritunities, in my community
You don't believe me Mr. President, well come and see
Old lady up the street, bless her heart she mad
Cause the city built a street, cut her garden in half
And the mayor won't answer back, heard she got cancer black
Some can't afford treatment, how he gon explain to that
Couldn't hold her pain back, couldn't bring her brain back
But it still remain the facts, money could of changed that g'yeah

[Hook]

[Intro]

[E.S.G.]
Now get your money peeps, if you in the streets or a athlete
If you jump out the gym, get insurance on your feet
Know that pro money sweet, million dollar occupation
In case you don't make it, homie grab your education
Don't wanna wind up, been a should'a-would'a-could'a
Remember no Kool-Aid, mixing water with the sugar
People forgetting who helped em out, I ain't quitting or selling out
Get your money coast to coast, cause we getting it down South

[Hook]

(*talking*)
Now ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to propose a toast, that's right
Everyone 21 and over, grab your drinks
Ya underage grab your Kool-Aid, cause it's still playa
But check it out, this one here is dedicated
To everybody who had it hard in they life
Cause homie I know I struggled, but you know what mayn
(Man, I done came a long way
Now all my people getting money, like the song say)
Man, give me my change homie

G'yeah-g'yeah what, uh-uh..

[E.S.G.]
Come ride with us come slide with us, ain't too man thugs that's fly as us
Purple paint and my inside's buck, peanut butter jelly on my brand new truck
Roll with us and get thoed with us, the wheels I roll 24's and up
E.S.G. like a suicide bummer, every damn summer I blow it up
And down South ride big bodies, at the club sipping Hypnotic
Pour the lean better ask somebody, the click I roll with got real thick pockets
Money in the bank got money in the stash, like Kanye West your shit might crash
Better get a vest my click gon blast, rat-a-tat-tat on that ass
SES see we grow, independent CEO
One month we can't stop the show, to the industry they can't lock the do'
Man why stay where I'm from, some'ing bout to change them boys like huh
Chick look good them boys like huh, chromey wood them boys like huh
2004 two do' Beamer, 26'll make my truck look meaner
Suck it up like a vacuum cleaner, keep J-Lo cause I want Serena
Strapped with the Nina or the 4-5, Southside till I'm gone
Better leave it alone or get chrome to the dome, represent for your home if you know this song

[Hook]
If you wanna ride with us, you gotta be down to bust
If you wanna ride with us, talking to my G's and hustlers
If you wanna ride with us, 24's up on the truck
If you wanna ride with us, let me see you throw your side up

[Slim Thug]
Come ride with the Boss, through the North and the South
E.S.G. and Slim Thee, showing off for the house
Gripping the techs everytime we talk, step with the plex get outlined in chalk
Throw up your sets I got mine's up dog, Houston Texas the home of the Hoggs
Hustlers playas G's and outlaws, better ask around how Slim Thug ball
From the N.Y. to the M-I-A-M-I, way to L.A. then back to the Chi
Us G's connected us G's connected, us G's protected us G's respected
My click the shit we got this perfected, you see the rolls gold badge on our necklace
That mean that team out that Texas, you better back-back them boys is wreckless
Come ride with the Boss, get high with the Boss
Drop your top, on your candy blue while you floss
Been gone for a minute but we ain't fall off, you see the 24's everytime we crawl off
Live in the flesh this is Texas best, we don't settle for less you can keep the stress
You don't wanna contest you don't wanna mess, with the supreme team with all the green yes
That's me and E that's E and me, that's Slim Thee and that's E.S.G
That's BHO and that's we, you could be blind and still see
We run this shit since we done this shit, it won't stop until we die
So if you down with us then come clown with us, get on in and let's ride

[Hook]

[Brandon Stacks]
Come ride with us get high with us, ain't too many niggaz fly as us
Hogging fo' lanes we driving trucks, 21's and up playa that's a must
ATL gon ride with us, Memphis Ten getting high with us
Them Florida cats be showing up, Texas boys we po'ing up
STL gon ride with us, any nigga plexing gon die not us
E and Slim they platinum plus, I'm a young outlaw trying to back em up
Stack em up show to show, make it known we trying to blow
From Arkansas to Monroe, from D-Town to Buffalo
Never quit never stall, Brandon Stacks was born to ball
Blow ten G's in Lenox Mall, from state to state from spring to fall
H-Town fifth wheels, diamond grills and candy paint
We started this Screw shit nigga, we invented sipping drank
So ride with us come roll with us, every cd gon grow to plus
Still independent no controlling us, we outlaw thugs that can't be touched
East to West can't forget, red or blue you gotta represent
This for all my niggaz that done died, so strap your boots if you down to ride

[Hook]

(*scratching*)

[E.S.G.]
One-two, they coming for you
Three-fo', better lock your do'
Five-six, they wanna take your bricks
Seven-eight, cause they know you got weight
Nine-ten, new Benz blue lens
Elev'-twelve, got FED's on the trail
13's-14's, that's was SS crawl
15's-16's, juvenile hoggs
17-18, ounzes is a half
Unless them boys, done water whipping on your ass
19's-20's, cut your whole click up
21-22's, on the Escalade pick-up

[Hook - 2x]
One, life is all that I got
Two, glocks to pop when shit's hot
Three, initials in my name
E.S.G., Entrepreneur Spitting Game

[E.S.G.]
A new six, a new Lac
My click, be thugging like that where you at
We bout stacks black, add shocks no choose
The click I roll with, won't call no troops
See the Hogg got loose, I'ma stay in the booth
While them haters stay dumber, they ready for whoop
Now three things I don't like, first one be a snitch
Get caught hitting a lick, trying to rat on the click
Number two huh, player haters are vilians
That's for begging half steppers, and a pro bootlegger
Number three G, for a booshie hoodrat
Who grew up in the hood, now she think she all that

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
(gon get 'em mayn, gon-gon get 'em mayn)
Don bread Hogg fed, pitbull broke the chain
(gon get 'em mayn, gon-gon get 'em mayn)
E.S.G., Entrepreneur Spitting Game
Nine in the morning, FED's at my do'
Air Force Ones, squeaking cross the flo'
Dipping through the bayou, I make my escape
Didn't even get a chance, to grab my old Screw tape
Mad with no music, but sipping my lean
Bailing fast as I could bail, down Martin Luther King
Got a knot in my pocket, and at least three grand
Platinum in my mouth, I'm a Boss Hogg man
Independent bouncer, from the Southside streets
Remotely control, ghetto gold the first week
But living in the city, gotta stay on the mash
Didn't know the FED's want it, didn't have time to ask

[Hook - 2x]

(*scratching*)

(*talking*)
(in my Cadillac), just rolling
(in my Cadillac), looking good
(in my Cadillac), shined up smelling clean
(in my Cadillac), smelling good check it

[Bun B]
L Dog Verritz, Sevilles Coupe Devilles
Escalades and Latays, damn dude is real
No matter where you from, or how you feel
You ain't showing classic grills
Fool you ain't riding real now here's the deal
Got the sun rooftop, with the diamond in the back
And I'm sitting in the squad, just reclining in the Lac
My doja pine is in the sack, that we blow
Now tell me that you ain't dizzy, trying to follow the chrome
The trail free 22 inches, two pairs of shoes one on the trunk
Popping and swang crank up your bang, let's get it crunk
Show your screens if you got em, po' ya lean if you sipping
Blow a swisha if ya smoking, fool we ain't even tripping
There's only three rules, when you sit in my car
One no ash on my flo', two don't steal your bar
Three don't touch my radio, cause I'm banging my Screw
And everyday pulled Arthur P-A, this is how we do rolling

[Hook: Ms. Marylin]
In my Cadillac, see me rolling
In my Cadillac, sipping smoking
In my Cadillac, boppers watching
In my Cadillac, rims nonstopping trunk keep knocking

[E.S.G.]
We in a Cadillac that's where I'm at, DTS or a slant back
Where your candy paint at, boy where your cup of drank at
Now think that, some people get tired
Of hearing, bout cash and cars
When you never had nothing, that make ya feel like a star
Navigation Onstar, just to tell where I'm at
Sedan Devilles chrome grill, and wheels with belts to match
New platinum Coupe plack, wonder where my roof at
That's that new drop top, now should I bulletproof that
Look black, if you ain't cutting on no 20 inch buttons
I'ma tell you what to do, and playa oooh nothing
22's or 23's, six T.V.'s when I'm swerving
Escalade special made, same size as a Suburban
Trying to ball till I fall, just like Yao Ming
Southside ride, candy red on cream
Northside playas, y'all know what I mean
Blow green on the scene, everything so clean
Can't mess with the team, ghetto dreams
P-A-T, we still the kings
E.S.G. in a EXZ, come on girl let me hear you sing

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]
My Cadillac killing em, I'm Sprewell wheeling em
If they less than ten G's, then the Boss ain't feeling em
I keep's it real, in the Caddy Deville
Turning corners wood wheel, with the big daddy grill
Looking like I'm worth a mill, backing out the garage
Rolling hard, for the competition on the 'Vard
Shit I live like a Boss, floss like a Boss
Candy blue with the gloss, on my 7-5 Boss
Hold it down off the North, I'm a high roller
You ain't seen a Lac colder, look I told ya
Pulling on doja, in the 45 fast lane
Hoes and niggaz trying to flag me down, when I pass mayn
But I keep going, do-do keep blowing
Purple drank po'ing, while my candy keep glowing
High-siding when I'm riding, Slim be holding it down
Ask around, they'll tell you how my Cadillac shine

[Hook]

In my Cadillac

(*talking*)
Say-say-say P-A-T, come taste this right here
(maan), huh that's muddy baby Southside
What's up Pat, (know I'm saying) ha 2000 and 3
We still in here I see you Screw, peep this

[E.S.G.]
E.S.G. and P-A-T, doing it like a Screw reunion
We up before the sunrise, this paper we persuing
So tell me what you doing clown, you can't hold us down
Independent franchise, nationwide or underground
Smelling like a pound, spitting verbs and nouns
Before you score a touchdown, I'ma knock you out of bounds
17 rounds hold up now, watch me take your town over
Can they mess with Cedric Sosa, is Bobby Brown sober
Hell naw I'ma ball, like Donovan McNabb
Come down in H-Town, I'll show you how to ride slab
Southside mash, watch us come down
Everytime we pass, glass rolling round
Be about your cash, never slow down
Who is S.U.C., I bet they know now (tell em fool)
I came a long way from Grey Tapes, your boys been cowards
E.S.G., P-A-T Southside twin towers

[Hook - 2x]
Ring the alarm, the S.U.C.'s in the house
E.S.G. and P-A-T'll let you know, (it's bout the South)
So close your mouth, about to clown
(We coming down, down-down)

[Fat Pat]
It's the big pimp, called F-A to the T
Come to Houston Texas, if you wanna see me
Back in '93, niggaz use to diss me
Because I'm rolling faster see, with that C.B
But I popped up in 9-5, on my strive
7-Deuce Impalas, what nigga let me ride
Coming down slow, with my bubble lights on
Crawling down slow, when I'm riding on chrome
Chrome disc covers, what's up motherfuckers
I'm burning out the lot, and a nigga sliding rubber
Holding on my glock, and I'm ready to let it happen
Cause Fat Pat coming through, naw I ain't capping
Bout to let it rip, rolling mothership
We bout to take a flip, (Southside is the shit)
(what you doing Pat), I'm bending corners
It's the big pimp, blowing on marijuana (huh)

[Hook - 2x]

Southside, (watch us come down)
Do you love the Southside, (watch us come down)
It's bout the South, (watch us come down)
S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E, (watch us come down)

[E.S.G.]
Southside where I reside, I hold it up with pride
My 22's glide, fuck that fake Gucci inside
I prefer some buck hide, whenever the Boss ride
Me and Slim connected, I ain't forget about my side
Now the S is for the Southside, or the syrup we be sipping
The O is for them big fat, ounces we be flipping
I ain't tripping, the U's for undisputed underground
The T's for thinking thoed, last H hold it down
Now dog see you ain't tripping, E and Pat just great
This album hit the sto' I'ma make sho, his son get his check
And I won't lose respect, for nobody down with me
2000 and 3, come down with Pat and E.S.G. let's ride

[Hook - 3x]

Man I wrecked that

[Intro]
Southside's coming - 4x
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh - 2x
Southside's coming - 8x

[Hook]
If you don't give a what, like we don't give a what
Let me see you, put your hood in the air - 2x
If a hater jump up, what we tell him (back-back)
See my click bust first, it ain't no time to (clap back)
See they talking like they killas, but where they (straps at)
This the Dirty South boy, what you know about that

[E.S.G.]
Out the Superbowl city dog, yep ya boy E.S.G.
Like a George Foreman grill, man I'm known to cook heat
Spit heat for the street, over crunk beats
Crack my trunk, I crack concrete
All my gangstas bounce with me, blow a hydro ounce with me
Fake gangsta rappers, don't wanna go to war
You dummies might as well and bust, send ya ass to Mars
Better bulletproof your cars, if you running ya mouth
We turn Maybachs to drop tops, with choppers down South
Don't make me knock you cowards out, you be crying like ya gay
You the type, that'll marry Brittany Spears for a day
See plenty of weight, plenty of them rocks
Boys never seen you, on no block
Boys never seen you, pop no glock
Boys never seen you, dodge no cops
H-E-L hot, H-Town we right behind
If them hatas holla back, it's hollow tips through they spine
Doctors holla flat line, hate to see a crying lady
Cause I'm straight with a 3-80, like a black Tom Brady

[Hook]

[Intro]

[E.S.G.]
Gotta make your mail, gotta make your bread
Can't be scared, to push ahead
Don't give a damn, what no one said
Got's to keep, your family fed
Whole lot of homies, been mislead
Get caught up, they wind up dead
Running round, like they ain't scared
Boys round here, will bust your head
Like my dog Juve said I need it, I need it in my life
I ain't trying to be Mystikal, and go to jail tonight
Playa pressure bust pipes, and ya pipes bout to bust
I don't care where you from, homie throw your hood up

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
Like Walter Payton we skating, on black spinners and daytons
Escalade I'm navigating, and to hell with probation
Motivation determination, dedication and paper chasing
I avoid the frustration, and aggravation from the hating
Spit game is my occupation, a thug with a education
Tryna teach to reach my nation, you boys see what we facing
Radio station no rotation, they told me to be patient
How the hell can I keep on waiting, these fakas keep on faking
Fascination with them toys, I love A.K.'s
Let me see you rep your hood, M-I-A to L.A
Down South don't play, next time you come our way
Let me see you get crunk, now that's what Lil' Jon would say

[Hook]

[Hook: Ideal]
Baby come with me, and you will see
How life would be, baby come on come on
Don't you worry baby, I'll keep you main stream
Don't you hesitate, baby come on come on

[E.S.G.]
Come with a hustler ma, I turn two dollars to a mill
Right now you riding, with E.S.G. and Ideal
Last time he told you get on, this year it's come home
Ain't bragging, but take this G-wagon on chrome
Like Diddy, I'm known to put rocks in rings
Pushing hundred foot yachts and thangs, I got game
And it's not the same, being married to a G
Christmas Eve I'm on the streets, trying to make ends meet
Keeping Gucci on your feet,and Christian Di'ore
They say your baby daddy weak, I'm trying to give you much more
From the car to the door, the couch to the floor
From a old Ponebill, to a Bentlet Azure
Financially secure, plus your body's the bomb
Heard you lost some funds, invested up and then run
Know some say money, can't buy you love
But it keep the clothes on your back, and a Lac on dubs

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
I heard your ex upset, he must be out of jail
Is he the one sending my company, them threatening e-mails
What the hell new SL, see my big wheel spin
Take that trash out your deck, and throw this Ideal in
Blue lens blue Coupe, blue shades blue boots
Now CY Adam, was a fool for the fruit
Girl you too cute, so here's a damn invitation
To ball with the Hoggs, while you floss across the nation

[Hook]

[Ideal]
Come on, let me lace ya baby
Come on, let me drive you crazy
I can give you, a better life
Take the chance, baby roll the dice
Come on, what you waiting fo'
Come on, I wanna let you know
I can put you, where you wanna be
Baby just believe, come on roll with me

[E.S.G.]
Couple years done passed, I left the Benz behind
Can't you see I'm on the grind right now, I'm trying to shine
Seven thousand square feet, inside and out
And to help your little son, move you out your mama house
Left all the drama out, let God be my witness
Here take this hundred G's, go start your own bidness
Stay true get the clothes, the best jewels
And make sure my son, stay in the best schools
So I use my tool, to keep you calling my name
On the road doing shows, see I'm thinking bout you mayn
Never knew this thug love, could be the light of your life
See I got you boo, that's why I made you my wife

[Hook]

(Ideal)
Come on, I got you, ooooh
Whoa-ay, come on uh-come on

(*talking*)
Man, on a normal occasion
I'd tell you to roll something up
Po some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that way
Everytime I turn around, another funeral
Another away man, how much can we take feel this

[E.S.G.]
I'm riding one deep with my gun, naw I ain't having fun
Wondering how to break the news, to my partna lil' son
His daddy probably the saw the angels, death he couldn't stop it
But God, why'd you have to take my dog Todd Prophet
Already lost Mello, now who gon be next
Think I'm feeling safe fake ass rappers, having plex
Who you playing with, don't take your life for granted
So many good people, seem to be the victims on the planet
Can't understand it, now which religion talking noise
Them Catholic priests, be touching on lil' boys
Can't trust your homeboys, you drop em off at home
He call his partna on the phone, they done broke in your home
Now what's wrong, said the Lord people dying too often
With no health or no insurance, can't afford no coffin
So today no flossing, another wake at eight o'clock
Jam Master Jay wasn't a gangsta, but he still got shot what's up

[Hook: (Kirby)]
My partna use to be a baller but
(now he's gone, ah-oooh)
And all I can tell his son, is
(try to hold on, ah-oooh)
Yeah she use to be a star, but
(now she's gone, ah-oooh)
Hey mama, they thought your son wouldn't make it but
(I stayed strong, ah-oooh)

[E.S.G.]
Now lil' Tamika up the street, wanted a baller real bad
Only 16, but already giving up the ass
You got cash you could smash, you don't have to ask
She needed money for clothes, so she stayed skipping class
Catch her flipping in a Jag, or flipping in the Lex
Laughing at the nerdy chicks, who believed in safe sex
She had one baby, had twins then another
Now didn't slow at 18, all living with her mother
Steady bouncing out of town, rent-a-cars with crack
Missing her kids birthday, what kind of mother is that
The ass started getting flat, without using Metabolife
Whole neighborhood wondering, if Tamika on the pipe
Strip clubs late at night, with bags under her eyes
Had the flu for three months, feeling like she bout to die
Boyfriends disappeared, and so did the queen
HIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damn

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
Now Lord I know, I'm in the valley of death
And can't no man predict, how many days he got left
Use to run the street, with some devilish ass demons
High on dust not giving a fuck, smoking wet steady scheming
Had to change my ways, and go another route
Now I use the studio, to let my pain out
No more chasing dreams, gotta make it on my own
Can't be waiting on the next man, gotta get my hustle on
Now in case you ain't know this, playboy I'm focused
Only got one chance, no way in hell I can blow this
Turn my last five dollas, into a quarter million
But money can't change, the fucking pain that I'm feeling
From Chris, Paul to Tremain, who else gon go
They even killed Romeo, from the Steve Harvey show
Said I'd be dead in a year, that was two years ago
Thank the Lord I'm still here, hope I live to see mo' let's roll

[Hook]

[Kirby]
Now he's gone-gone, (now he's gone)
But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)
Oooh she's gone, (now she's gone)
But I'ma stay strong, (I stayed strong)
Now you gone-gone, (now he's gone)
But I-but I-will hold on, (try to hold on)
Whoooh mama gone, (now she's gone)
But I will stay strong, (I stayed strong)
Ooooh my partna's gone, (now he's gone)
I'ma hold on, (try to hold on)
Whooooa mama's gone-gone-gone, (now she's gone)
I will stay stroooong, (I stayed strong) whooooa

[Hook]
(what you see), is the ice and the cars
(is what you get), a black man with stars
(what you see), is the fortune and the fame
(is what you get), another struggle in the game
(what you see), is the house and the chrome
(is what you get), paparazzi round your home
(what you see), O.G. E.S.G.
(is what you get), nothing but the truth for me

[E.S.G.]
And I don't care who you is, this song pertains to you
Especially if you went through, some of the thangs I went through
In and out of jail, posession with intent to sell
Trying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hell
Now inhale exhale, hydro spell
My cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black males
Might as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonight
Cause his daddy in the FED's, and his mama on the pipe
Plus this rap life ain't right, it's snakes under the table
Believe what I'm saying, that's why I left the mo' labels
It's the same game, a new coach a new team
But this year I'm the only playa, know what I mean

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
I remember being told, everything glitter ain't gold
Some of these rappers scream platinum, can't show with they soul
Old Rocky ghetto role, President ain't caring
See you think we got it bad, better ask Hank Aaron
Went from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoes
Throwing DVD's in em, balling out of control
See a set of 24's, don't make me better than you
But a fresh paint job, make me wetter than you
Now I remember being broke, without a god damn quarter
No more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar water
No gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricks
No milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wick
Use to stand in long lines, for government cheese
I'm paying taxes, giving back my government cheese
Government please, what kinda laws are these
You get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki's
Take five G's, then about ten beaks
Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week
1985, that's when crack came out
That was the last time my daddy, came back in the house
They told me go to church, and confess my sins
Hard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friends
Ain't no need to pretend, everything bout me real
E.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the future
In the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot ya
Got college athletes, who break they back in the game
While the coaches get rich, ain't that a god damn shame
Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money
Since it ain't baseball, they try to call you damn dummie
But what would you do, if you never had a dime
And you stood 6'9", better sign on that line
This one here, for all my G's that's on the grind
Who won't sell out, and keep that damn money on they mind
From my skull to my spine, I'm a hundred percent a G
E.S.G.'s who I be, what you get is what you see now

[Hook]