On Dogz - Ed O.G

Bean large representing from Roxbury Mass

And I’d like to give a shout out

Word, I’d like to shout out my man ED O.G., my man Big Shug

And, um my man Big Rob checking that track

And all the other northeast playas holdin' it down

From Homeboat to OP

Alright Big Daddy… Doing it big dog style

Yo… taking off

Uh uh uh uh uh ED O. G

Uh uh uh uh uh ED O. G

ED O. G

Yo, if I’m a ride I’m a ride by high

Fuck your rules ain’t shit we abide by

We live and die by, the same thing that you do

ED O. G rock a «B» hat and Fubu something to move to

Boston’s finest skills remain timeless bullshit behind us

Run up in your crib like interior designers

Wearing black designers

As an MC you niggas act as rhymers

I’m an asshole with an afro

Who want to live in a castle with no hassle

Untill I die with my last ho

Leave you hanging like a tassel

Nobody want to get blasted yo

So let’s get money and split half the dough

Nobody want to get blasted yo

So let’s get money and split half the dough

We all up in the struggle

Got to hustle to hustle

We going get at your girl

It’s time to get at the world

Yo niggas, lines is old story short like Charles Dickens

Heres to kittens of Kentucky Fried Chickens

For my mini tactics, for different demographics

The fact is you niggas out of practice

I would check it if y’all made a good record

It’s up to the hood to respect or reject it

And accept it, stay well connected

Style been perfected

If its hot it don’t matter who direct it

And if I fuck up my whole team gets affected

Where I’m going only heaven or hell knows

Livin' in hell-holes

Niggas we used to stomp with shell-toe

Be up in the club trying to rub they elbows

Acting like they all up in the music

But I refuse it at any minute I’m a lose it

You can choose it if you want don’t abuse it

Cuz' it’s all about the lyrics and the music

We all up in the struggle

Got to hustle to hustle

We going get at your girl

It’s time to get at the world

We bout' to bring it to y’all

We getting up where we fall

EDO’s bout' to let y’all know

If we got to go then we got to go

Yo, I’m from a lively-hood

This rap thing be my lively-hood

Everybody want a ride cuz' they can’t drive that good

You couldn’t fade me like a (?)

Write my rhymes on wood and turn them shits into paper

In the face of all you haters

Because when it comes to Boston you couldn’t find a greater player

Take your breath away and leave you winded

ED O.G.

the only major on the independent

If it’s worth fighting for then defend it

Y’all want to start we going end it

And have a ball when we spend it

It ain’t benefiting me to spit on your shit for free

In the future I foresee

Put your little single out and spit your greatest rhyme

And can’t get played on «Eighty-Eight Nine»

And smoked off the shit I wrote in Eighty-Nine

The industry done gave me mine, while y’all still knockin'

Niggas can’t front they know I be rockin'

From this point on there’ll be no stoppin'

We all up in the struggle

Got to hustle to hustle

We going get at your girl

It’s time to get at the world

We bout' to bring it to y’all

We getting up where we fall

EDO’s bout' to let y’all know

If we got to go then we got to go