| Bean large representing from Roxbury Mass
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| And I’d like to give a shout out
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| Word, I’d like to shout out my man ED O.G., my man Big Shug
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| And, um my man Big Rob checking that track
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| And all the other northeast playas holdin' it down
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| From Homeboat to OP
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| Alright Big Daddy… Doing it big dog style
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| Yo… taking off
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| Uh uh uh uh uh ED O. G
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| Uh uh uh uh uh ED O. G
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| ED O. G
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| Yo, if I’m a ride I’m a ride by high
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| Fuck your rules ain’t shit we abide by
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| We live and die by, the same thing that you do
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| ED O. G rock a «B» hat and Fubu something to move to
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| Boston’s finest skills remain timeless bullshit behind us
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| Run up in your crib like interior designers
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| Wearing black designers
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| As an MC you niggas act as rhymers
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| I’m an asshole with an afro
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| Who want to live in a castle with no hassle
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| Untill I die with my last ho
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| Leave you hanging like a tassel
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| Nobody want to get blasted yo
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| So let’s get money and split half the dough
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| Nobody want to get blasted yo
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| So let’s get money and split half the dough
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| We all up in the struggle
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| Got to hustle to hustle
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| We going get at your girl
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| It’s time to get at the world
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| Yo niggas, lines is old story short like Charles Dickens
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| Heres to kittens of Kentucky Fried Chickens
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| For my mini tactics, for different demographics
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| The fact is you niggas out of practice
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| I would check it if y’all made a good record
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| It’s up to the hood to respect or reject it
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| And accept it, stay well connected
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| Style been perfected
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| If its hot it don’t matter who direct it
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| And if I fuck up my whole team gets affected
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| Where I’m going only heaven or hell knows
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| Livin' in hell-holes
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| Niggas we used to stomp with shell-toe
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| Be up in the club trying to rub they elbows
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| Acting like they all up in the music
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| But I refuse it at any minute I’m a lose it
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| You can choose it if you want don’t abuse it
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| Cuz' it’s all about the lyrics and the music
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| We all up in the struggle
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| Got to hustle to hustle
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| We going get at your girl
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| It’s time to get at the world
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| We bout' to bring it to y’all
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| We getting up where we fall
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| EDO’s bout' to let y’all know
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| If we got to go then we got to go
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| Yo, I’m from a lively-hood
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| This rap thing be my lively-hood
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| Everybody want a ride cuz' they can’t drive that good
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| You couldn’t fade me like a (?)
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| Write my rhymes on wood and turn them shits into paper
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| In the face of all you haters
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| Because when it comes to Boston you couldn’t find a greater player
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| Take your breath away and leave you winded
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| ED O.G. |
| the only major on the independent
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| If it’s worth fighting for then defend it
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| Y’all want to start we going end it
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| And have a ball when we spend it
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| It ain’t benefiting me to spit on your shit for free
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| In the future I foresee
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| Put your little single out and spit your greatest rhyme
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| And can’t get played on «Eighty-Eight Nine»
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| And smoked off the shit I wrote in Eighty-Nine
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| The industry done gave me mine, while y’all still knockin'
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| Niggas can’t front they know I be rockin'
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| From this point on there’ll be no stoppin'
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| We all up in the struggle
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| Got to hustle to hustle
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| We going get at your girl
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| It’s time to get at the world
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| We bout' to bring it to y’all
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| We getting up where we fall
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| EDO’s bout' to let y’all know
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| If we got to go then we got to go |