Situations - Ed O.G, Pete Rock

This is a word to the wise, never sleep where you shit at

The ghetto keep a riddat, watch who you spit at

The enemy who said «Fuck Peace and Serenity»

I keep a tight family like the Kennedy’s

Streets take virginity

With long nights of Hennessy, and obscenities

The coco, kept a lot loco, but never made me loco

Everything’s legit, but my eyes on the po-po

A vet in this game, you young niggas tryna go pro

Rep it like a lawyer, this was pro bono

To most that’s a no-no

No gimmicks, classy hoes, flashy clothes

Cursive logos, strictly solos

Timb boots and Polos, play the low low

And take you crap niggas out like a promo

To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion

Peace to my dunns to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, you don’t spit son

Yo.

Other bein' around when there ain’t no snipes or stickers left

You could meet a quicker death, talkin' shit wit yo liquor breath

False courage, I don’t encourage

We can go head up on Pay-Per-View with live coverage

You rap cats is programmed like a outreach

Club thugs wanna bone I got ya mouthpeice

Ridin' scooters down in South Beach

Keep it jinglin', while haters freezin' in the winglin'

I’d rather know a thousand millionaires

Than a million hundred-aires

I’d of dogged two in a hundred years

I’m a Savage like Fred without The Wonder Years

And it’s my last resort, when the gun appears

It’s a blessin' bein' 'boveground

Knowin', bombs would touch down.

soon as I touchdown

A lot of dogs is bloodhounds

But Edo G gon' hit you when I bust down

To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion

Peace to my dunns to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, you don’t spit son

Yo

To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion

Peace to my guns to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, you don’t spit once

It ain’t about how you flow, it’s about who you know

And who gon' get behind you wit dough to make you blow

I’mma show you, pay you niggas back like I owe you

I don’t trust none of y’all, as far as I can throw you

What I go through, everyday life that gets harder

Niggas get on, and get tried in Nevada

We could talk about chips like, Erik Estrada

When I put it in Ducatta, you rhymin' 'bout nada

But Edo G, get that lee-way

Hear my name on the streets with that «he-say-she-say»

I’m ahead of my time, runnin' back like a replay

You like a Tuesday, a «weak-day»

Hungry MCs is tastin' nothin' but defeat today

I’mma eat today, that completes today

Get y’all folks behind me and lead the way

What more I need to say?

I’m standin' on my own two feet today

I’m standin' on my own two feet today

And it won’t stop

To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion

Peace to my dunns to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, you don’t spit son

Ayo

To my man Edo G, hip hop devotion

Peace to my guns to those who stack ones

Underground new shit, you don’t spit once