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    Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
    ED O.G. uh uh, D Quest uh uh
    Boston's Finest, y'all check this out

    You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool
    I'm a show you rap niggas what real talent do
    Never shook up, doing with skills not book up
    Four-course-meal is what I cook up
    Put your notebook up
    Niggas swear they're down cuz' they look up
    Rip them rhymes up, hook them hooks up
    You need a mic check I'm a push them rooks' up
    Your crooks suck, I make a deal off of blood money
    Make an album off the drug money
    Take the label money and launder it under the table money
    And open businesses
    It don't matter who's the first or who's the first one that finishes
    I'm out of nowhere just like Kurt Warner
    Did it to the head without a nigga in my corner
    The solo performer, who tell the "Truth" like Sojourner
    "EDO" keep it hot like a bullet from a burner

    Whatever you got we got two of it
    (You bring yours I'll bring mine)
    Straight up sucka' without a crew with him
    (You'll get yours in due time)
    If you got skills learn what to do with them
    (You bring yours I'll bring mine)
    What goes around comes back in town
    (You'll get yours in due time)

    Do I really have desire to flow
    Or desire for dough
    By any means play the spotlight or behind the scenes
    Fuck rap sell ? and get chased by crack fiends
    But remain positive and appeal to black queens
    Left and right not too many scenes for inbetweens
    We kept it divided I remain undecided
    And put it on auto-pilot, lay back and cruise
    Till I get enough blues and bad news to blow my fuse
    Walk a week in my shoes
    Concentrate like the camp on the Jews
    We drop jewels, while others blow budgets on bars and booze
    We already lost nigga so it's hard for my to lose
    And choose without being confused
    A lot of funny shit happens but I'm hard to amuse
    I was knocking hard in the beginning
    Learning to lose is the key to winning
    A lot of you all take drastic measures with plastic treasures
    How we going to put it down without the cash together
    Make it last forever and realize you all been blessed
    To hear ED O.G. and Deric Quest on the quest


    Yo, I've been in altered states all throughout the states
    Blew out the gates, you want wine we got to squash them grapes
    Over seas it ain't about the states
    I make a hot album, you get a verse on other nigga's tapes
    Your first mistake's your worst mistake
    Trying to eat and survive off of other nigga's plates
    If I'm involved then there must be dialogue
    I spits fire dog, to the wire on a level that's higher
    Money will turn a saint into a liar
    If you ain't got game, you'z a baller in the wind
    Niggas rather have a dime up front than a dollar in the end
    Silence when you lose but you holla when you win
    Big star, close but no cigar
    You get smashed on stage like a heavy metal guitar
    Whoever you are, or what you sold niggas
    You old niggas I don't care what you told niggas
    Or who you gased up, you ain't no damn winner
    ED O.G.'s the lead singer and you just a band member
    Yo, you just a band member, yeah

    This song was submitted on October 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Graham Edwards, Lauren Christy, Scott Spock, Sydnee Duran.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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