(feat. Ed O.G., JaySon) 



Uhh uhh uhh uhh 

While you smoke the lye (Shit uhh uhh) 

I drink the brew (JaySon, Ed O.G. check it out) 

You smoke the lye 



[Big Juan] 

Growin up didn't know enough, now I got the touch 

Gettin sick on the mic like a nigga throwin up 

Blowin up, while you holdin up, Juan roll it up 

JaySon, Ed O.G., hate to see ya showin up 

While it's hard for you to retail, I post like bail 

on you, slept on, while you set traps we set sales 

Bunker Hill compared to Yale ugh 



[JaySon] 

JaySon steal the mic, feelin it like a diddler 

Rooftop ghetto fiddler, ill rhyme, riddler 

Lyrical big pen, scribbler 

In the middle of your cortex through your gortex 

It stinks like raw sex, full page, in The Source 

Next Porsche, Lex, baguettes, more fade than solarflex 

Drunken style gotcha, stumblin 

Mumblin, snap the ball, watch em fumblin 

like Herschelle, ugly like Whoopie up in The Color Purple 

We form connects while you're in the wrong circle 



[Ed O.G.] 

Ed's puttin heads to bed like a Sealy 

and clown on MCs like Barnham & Baily 

Run around the planet like a comet named Halley's 

B-52, Irish Cream Kahlua's and Baileys 

Blowin up like a bomb on a Muslim to Israeli's, gettin jacked like Hailey 

You burn me? Eh eh. eh eh, really?!? 

Denis like Leary, fist em like Fury 

Hot like curry, reppin Rocks Very 

It'll burn any Joe like Torre, so don't worry 

End of the story, we blunt like Cory 



Ugh, ugh, ugh 

Mad love right here, murder pen Rocks Very 

Death jester all year, got love for this 

Who's comin with hits? Representin Bost-on 

Ed O.G., JaySon, G-Squared, Big Juan 



[Big Juan] 

Falling down like James Brown with the cape around my head 

Lead me off the stage warm, gon' rap til he dead 

I'm face red from the out-of-breath line I said 

What we do to this get him open like a uterus in bed 

True to this, my symphony'll get the gluteus 

from the bootiest chicken to the Maybelline snootiest 

Aim right, the same night, if your game tight on all floors (What?) 

Like Tela Rock warns "It's Yours", ugh what? Ugh 



[Ed O.G.] 

Ed O.G. started rollin with God and stopped rollin with gats 

Witta pack of wild D.O.G.S. never fuckin with cats 

JaySon and Juan though, between us 

over a billion served like McDonald's, drunken high like sopranos 

The stereo or on mono, we tell all 

like the Bull Grivano, hit this, I hit the bottle 

Got your mind in a boggle, you want us to fall 

Wishin and hopin like Chicago but we play as we ball 



[JaySon] 

We date rape tapes like Cape Fear, sedate like Rufi's 

Mickey's wakin and stickin, molestin mics 

Ain't nothin pretty or bitchy, we bruise tracks just like hickeys 

You want JaySon, Ed O.G., Big Juan 

The connect tricky like magicians 

Pussy technicians, sado-masochistic 

Positions, it gets better, to the letter 

K period forever 



Ugh 

Mad love right here, murder pen Rocks Very 

Death jester all year, got love for this 

Who's comin with hits? Representin Bost-on 

Ed O.G., JaySon, G-Squared, Big Juan 



[Ed O.G.] 

I break MC cyphers like rep's Mos def 

We leave none left plus we hot like breath 

Don't ask why like Clef, or get trapped like chess 

To all you gangsta rappers I'm like Elliot Ness 

Yo, get bag like a duney, from Dusk Til Dawn like George Clooney 

Findin wack rappers in the booney's 

I shine like the sun while you dark and gloomy 

My shit be air-tight while your shit be roomy 

You can act bugged, wit you drugs or your thugs 

But we on some real shit, no ordinary love 



[JaySon] 

You hate us like Dominicans and Puerto Ricans 

Freak more styles than Adina, servin niggas like court subpoena's 

Who be the Treacherous Three? 

Not Sunshine, Special K and Moe Dee 

but JaySon, Big Juan, Ed O.G., check check out the melody 

Tellin me stealin beats should be, a felony 

If you playin niggas, not payin niggas 

It's like Deep Jack and legendary niggas 

and payin em ordinary figures 



[Big Juan] 

This ain't no ordinary love y'all, this ain't no ordinary love uhh 

I show my ass like kids with A.D.D. 

'83 told em ball, not all your soul's quotable 

Big Juan like glass shots, empty em 

G-Squared simpty em, from task cams to Pentium 

Name anonymous, sex game mynogamous 

Throughout this metropolis have em cummin like the apocalypse 

Shakin like a Motorola, I'm a gene-ral 

You just a soldier, Juan Gotti, connect like cosa nostra 



[G Squared scratches] 

"East Coast" Who got love for this? Ugh what? 

"West Coast" You got love for this, ugh what? 

"East Coast" Who got love for this? Ugh what? 

"West Coast" You got love for this 



Mad love right here, murder pen Rocks Very (Yeah ugh) 

Death jester all year, got love for this 

Who's comin with hits? Representin Bost-on (yeah ugh) 

Ed O.G., JaySon (yeah), G-Squared, Big Juan 

Kreators.....