E.s.g.

E.s.g. - 60 Bars songtekst

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[Hook]

I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider

You don't wanna fuck, with me

Got the police, busting at me

SES, be my fucking family

I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider

You don't wanna fuck, with me

S.U.C., yeah we started history

Here's 60 bars, from your boy E.S.G



[E.S.G.]

My ambitions as a rider, Screwed Up Click Southsiders

Somebody get some pliers, a bullet's stuck inside ya

That's what you get bitch, trying to wear a wire

Trying to catch me my fucking click, and my supplier

Fake kings and bosses, you niggaz be some liars

Ghetto guerilla, I'm a killer that's for hire

Freestyle King, bitch I'm known to spit that fire

Entrpreneour, of this fucking empire

Fat lady singing, it sound like a choir

Chopper start spitting, there'll be no survivors

Bitch we getting money, more assets to acquire

Homerun hitter like Barry Bonds, Beltron or McGuire

Orange Lex Cheves, 300 for the tires

22's or 24's, 26's they sit wider

Ocean of Funk, Sailin' Da South

Return of the Living Dead, when them FED's let me out

Spit that Shinin' & Grindin', had the City Under Siege

Boss Hogg Outlaws, SES family

All American Gangsta, independent rich as fuck

Versatile platinum smile, watch the King switch it up

Yeah give me that mic and I'm wrecking mayn, Louisiana and Texas mayn

Colored stones in the necklace mayn, got the chrome you plexing mayn

Sipping on bar my bed is swollen, hotel suite with Kelly Rowland

Arkansas Alabama, ATL them Cheves rolling

D-Town niggaz they up in hurr, sipping Grey Goose fuck a Burr

Like Tim Duncan of the Spurs, playoff time I'm always thurr

Bitch ass niggaz ain't stopping us, always got my glock to bust

Sniper scope through your throat, pop go show we stopping guts

Like Ron Artest I'm throwing heads, candy blue and rolling red

Crips Bloods cops shackles, fuck with me get a hole in your head

SES and E.S.G., y'all got pennies we got G's

Y'all got blunts we got trees, y'all got crumbs we got ki's

Bitch ass niggaz ain't scared to clash, 40 Cal. infrared to blast

Got a lil' money and a lil' bread, now y'all got y'all head in y'all ass

Niggaz like me we staying true, ghetto bred still banging Screw

Me and my niggaz still coming through, keep one in that chamber fool

Cupcake niggaz in danger fool, marvadites can't hang with you

Got some do' y'all changing fool, what am I a stranger fool

Packing pistols launching missiles, diamonds glissen heard me Mr

Fuck a bitch but I won't kiss her, put a lil' syrup up in my twister

Run with apes and orangatangs, like a train changing lanes

Run over niggaz like it ain't no thang, put a peep hole inside your brain

Hit the stang sold the caine, next thing ya know the FED's came

Bitch ass nigga he was a snitch, had a hidden camera in his chain

Like Ben Wallace in the paint, think you could move me but you can't

Gone on drank gone on dank, half-pound nigga no we ain't

Me and Stacks we in the Rover, cops pulled Jay Ferrari over

Sin and Craig y'all know they sober, I'm back seat with the cheuffer

Pack heat nigga when it's colder, pack heat nigga in the summer

60 clip anaconda, street sweeper sound like thunder

Yeah you know it's going off, we murder stars

Your boy E.S.G. just split ya, bitch it's 60 bars g'yeah



[Hook x2]

I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider

You don't wanna fuck, with me

Got the police, busting at me

SES, be my fucking family
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