history Here's 60 bars, from your boy E.S.G [E.S.G.] My ambitions as a rider, Screwed Up Click Southsiders Somebody get some pliers, a bullet's stuck inside ya That's
gon do, when the gun's in your mouth E.S.G.-SES, and we represent the South g'yeah [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now what you know bout Bayou Classic, or the Southern
Wire, (I'ma fight for my corners) Trying to build up my team, so we well connected Don't feel E.S.G. or Sin, bitch niggaz better exit g'yeah [Hook] [E.S.G
(feat. Carmen Sandiego) [E.S.G.] Yeah you got it, I'm a hogg underground S.E.S. we next up, fuck who use to run the town Saw you and your soldier around
that we come from Ya wanna lend shouts out to all the St. Claire SCT's St. Claire Thugs Original, O.G.'s Gangsters shouts out to Buck Fred Warr, Rod
O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified] Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony It's
on, be strong. Krayzie: Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers
p l e, k i d 's, reppin is lovely as you can see, endlessly, spittin prophecies until the day we d i e to the r a b, a p p l e, family until the day
;A?s easy to see That this Too Phat and Warren G Verse 2 (Warren G) Assalamualaikum From the General Warren G`zee for shizzo And that¡A?s
Teen Spirit, but not Nirvana's It's real hip-hop music, like Afrika Bambaata's So step off, heeyyyyyyy, heyyyyyyy Yo it's the E-R-I-C-K yo... [Chorus
One: 12 O'Clock It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k the
in and out a cell, C.O. slayed him on his mail His family got banked, he out on 200 foul bail Myself I don't trust, and that's ya man, so you bust him
gettin' fucked 'Cause you know who, did you know what, if you know what's Then you know it's not a game, what's my name? J-A-R-U-L-E Who else you thought
no muh'fuckin' seat on your, on your bicycle Now you uhh, the head of black music That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there homey G, whattup G? Yessir, e
so he's locking up the Family, these copa's wanna beat ya, and they treat ya like they daddy, you sucka motha fucka's badge busta's ya'll aint had me,
Now let's get down to business, bitches 'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this Nigga that you know that's been down for years I've
again [12 O'Clock] It's nine-six I'ma bang you with some hits In two-thousand six I got my son makin hits A nine to five it's a job to survive F--k
't mine, it's Ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this business I swear it's like this liquor is improving
