Yeah yeah, Ed O.G.

Two-thousand, Primo

Yeah, niggaz claim they runnin this house

they just runnin they mouth

You ain't sayin nuttin



[Verse One]

Yo..

If the opportunity was to present itself

I might just have to go and reinvent myself

Hook up a chick and advance, don't stick whenever the chance

Sometimes I hit, most the time my dick in my pants

It's on dogs, put your life on pause/paws

Get heads wrapped up in bras and drawers, fightin a lost cause

We break laws, give gauze when we break jaws

Findin flaws in stars and keep the even with the odds

In head-nods, from Spanish red-head broads

And stay Trump tight, with the cards

Went from a meter to a yard, livin my life scarred

Cause every minority grow up hard

Blow up hard, illin get you banned and barred

Soon as you start sleepin catchin you off guard

The very thing, is a 'Bury thing

Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything



[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches]

"Boston niggaz don't play.."	".. live and direct son"

"The crew is sayin somethin.."	".. you know the deal"



[Verse Two]

Will them dogs that smoke blunts witchu, throw a punch witchu

or hold it down when you down and the mutts hitchu?

We all got tools -- I hate tellin good people bad news

Everybody livin by they own rules

Niggaz make me so sick I get nauseous

When I'm in the streets I always remain cautious

You can get rolled up, like a ounce in some Garcias

Compare my accomplishments, to my losses

Everybody wanna wonder what the winner does

On my worst day now, it was better than it was

Cause money kept, is twice as good as money burned

And money won, is twice as sweet as money earned

Will there ever come a time, when the cryin ends?

Cause death is just a moment when the dyin ends

The very thing, is a 'Bury thing

Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

Alcohol and weed is my vices

to see my daughter smile is priceless

I leave the nicest lifeless

Return like Christ in a crisis

Take this +American Pie+, and distribute out slices

Like enterprisers, who take it to the wire

And shine so bright, niggas need a sun visor

MC's search the seven seas and wind up fishin

There's little to no competition

when I appear like an abberition

Your repitition, kept you in the same tradition, same position

Same ol' rapper, same ol' mission, the game won't listen

We got two thousand new ways, to shine and glisten

Ed O.G. is to rap, what Pedro is to pitchin

Nowadays if you dissin, you could wind up missin

But if you ain't under God, you goin under hard

And we gon' be the main event and y'all are undercard

The very thing, is a 'Bury thing

Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything



[Chorus]