Ed O.g. & Da Bulldogs

[Ed O.G.]
Im bringin fear and all that, the gear I wear is all that
You wanna doubt me talk about me I aint hearin all that
Because Im famous, for waxin the toughest and the lamest, Amos
But not the same as, a sucker whos as plain as
crackers, and get no wacker
You step up, I bust your rep up, and then I smack up
the posse youre with - are they your backup?
They better back up before they get racked up
Just like a pool ball get hauled off like a U-Haul
or get played like a little girls doll
A tough guy, whos rappin a A-B-C style like a child
is just an infant, with an old-ass style - you better
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[Guru] "Stop, think for a moment okay"
"Stop-stop, think for a momeny okay"
[Ed O.G.]
Suckers are sufferin, Ed O.G. will get tougher than
all of the rest of them, theyre waitin and wonderin
When will I get ill and bend, the comp like a piece of tin
You cant go against me, cause the sensei got you high again
So dont pop your chops Hobbes, unless youre ready to drop yo
I spoil your fun just like 5-0
Now the Burys on the map, and saps with crap raps
perhaps will lay low before I blow em like a sax
Cool out and max like a jazz player
Toot a sucker down and lounge.. for a day or, two
Drink a brew and then say a
funky hypnotic I got it I flaunt it it seems to be ironic
that Im spreadin like the bubonic, plague
Im gettin paid, not played, and Ill invade
like a renegade, Im all night, your mans a Minute Maid
Yknahmsayin? Suckers you know what you got to do
[Chorus]
[Ed O.G.]
Im gettin busy like a bee, tremendously its the E
Im rockin and keepin the people to partyin dancin with girls you see
I commence, to drench wrench trench the pretense
of the past tense, cause Im in it to win it
Im gonna fly that head, and put some sense in it
So get your joint out your stash
But make it fast so youll last
Pop weak youll get dusted, Ill put a shell in your ass
When Im whylin, smokin you sucker and then smilin
with laughter, after we beat you down
So get your uncle, the punkll be pickin you from the curb troop
And if he got beef, well serve him too
Yknahmsayin you SUCKERS, you know what you got to do
[Chorus]
[ Stop (Think For A Moment) Lyrics ]