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steal our game, but these years you can't fade It's Wreckshop and Southside, from the cradle to the grave Chikkenhawk and Sean Pymp, E.S.G. is the captain

(say what), in the life of E.S.G And I wonder what God, got in store for me out on these streets [E.S.G.] See it's a dirty world, but it still roll

Eu na?o gosto dos G.R.E.S Mas em fevereiro Tenho que suportar os G.R.E.S. O carnaval Com seu espa­rito de festa Suas cabrochas na avenida churrasquinho

Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your

the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it

down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover, E where

other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to Beats for the hoodlums Somebody's gotta do'em Fed's screw 'em Faggot's got my whole crib bugged

plan on goin' until it's all gone Playin' it strong on whatever you want Gotta get right, give a fuck if it's wrong Shots of Patron, whole lotta strong 800's

INTRO [Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo, this is me (what's going on Kardinal?) Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right (uh huh) A crew man come