I'm tal'n bout We get this we get that what, what mo' do you want You know I'm talking bout, Wreckshop baby We the billion dollar deal [E.S.G.:] Where
Traduction: ESG. Billion Dollar Deal.
street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call me G-H-E-T-T-O- Ghetto Lets do this right
think I'm own so tell me why it's so much rain day to day it's a struggle in my lifetime to keep from creepin I be stayin in the G no crimes commited
Beats for the hoodlums Somebody's gotta do'em Fed's screw 'em Faggot's got my whole crib bugged Mad tapps on the phone cause I deal with the thugs
don't front for me or the E, 'cause you know our steez EPMD, blazin' shit, Def 2G's 'Cause we make tape and break MC's who wannabeez And gonna-beez,
me N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me This for all my n*** that's goin' through the struggle That's on the grind, all my n*** that ever had to hustle To get at a dollar
Herschelwood Same things in my hood, it's understood When the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'all And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all
permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' E-E Copped my CD,
what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's
down, hear my shit, nigga (Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn) Shit is crazy real in the field I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills And major drug deals
Let me find out who broke now, uh huh There's love in the East and there's love in the West Coast to coast G's do what you do best Just get your bread
for, go on the shelf Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt Me, I always had, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy
permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' E-E Copped my CD, now
with permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' E-E Copped my
