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Who ever, woulda thought that another motherfucker from the land woulda came up and made them stacks
It never was warm in this city so i had to get on the record and come blaze these tracks
and im all around haters every day but i guess thats just what fame attracts
but fuck that where the bucks at,man i need the green in my box like apple jacks
matter fact, see me in a ride so foriegn you cant understand,
six speed hittin 60 zero to three so come catch me if you can
speak in ebonics give a fuck what mister webster says
now the smart girl read my dick-tionary i call that ms webster head
Man i gotta get it, when im gonna get it, how i gotta get it and whatever ima do i'll get that
every moment i want it, cuz every day i be grindin, so when you wanna make a move im with that
(Ima)Chip off the block, monstar in the booth takin off the lock
and put the shit back on when im on the top, so i got the game cuffed up like the cops
and i dont fuck with them, but the east side yeah i got love for them
anybody wanna hate on me then get on my level but you will never ever so i got scrubs for them
yeah, and im from the city where all of the good die young and the old dont make it
so we just hangin in the middle ground ready for whatever boy dont mistake it
bitch im from cleveland bet they know what we claim,
cuz we ridin mothafuckas EST is the game, (BITCH)
(Bridge)
Who ever, woulda guessed that another white boy of the midwest woulda did fuckin numbers
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everybody used to talk down now the whole world wanna be-fuckin-come us
We the new team, EST, lines full of hoes outside the vip
Everybody know I'm number 23 when im on the court ballin MVP (BIOTCH)
let me take a little sip of the vitamin water and a little hit of the kushie and im good
chillin up in the clouds you wanna fuck my day up man i wish you would
Bitch im the man, no longer the kid
must be the reason why all these grown folks on my dick(shit)
get off my ball sack, yall makin my drawers sag
call saks, walk up in that bitch like give me all that
I never had nothin, so what else you think a little kid with a dream gon do
ball without a budget like fuck it the middle finger crew
real people love me the jealous try and degrade my name
yall musta lost yo fuckin melons boy, i am the game
(Shit...)
They shoulda never let me get in the buildin, with a stereo a pen and a pad to do damage
cant nobody ever do it like i do it since a youngin i been goin hard im the baddest
everybody from around the way that i knew in the past called me my city's savior
but the people in the class wanna put me in the hall cuz of my bad behavior

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