up for the South Dropping hits, yep E's a star And I'm right back, like I left the keys to my car whoa [E.S.G.:] Move around, cause I'm right back in
your credit straight, and your mind on your mail Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Pac and B.I.G., no we ain'
the zoo We getting gorilla money, baboons on the run Southside orangatang, and I swang and bang in my Air Force 1's [E.S.G.:] Chop you up like the Eddy
t nothing in life for free I'ma be a G-A-N-G-S-T-A, till the day I D-I-E g'eah [Hook] [E.S.G.:] What you know bout groupie freaks, Gucci shoes and Gucci
chain off, let my body defrost) [E.S.G.:] Huh, go on po' you a cup G'eah you's a G mayn, go on throw it up Huh you blowing big mayn, go on smoke it
-B, yep its M.O.E. Money Over Everything, except the G-O-D You know it's E.S.G., don't claim no B's or C's But see I'm A, double F-I-L-I-A-T-E-D Affiliated
the truck If you wanna ride with us, let me see ya throw your side up [E.S.G.:] Ride with us or come roll with me, E.S.G. and my dog Bun B And the C-
Anything I put my heart in, it's gotta be real It's gotta be true, cause that's what I am Hundred percent, g'eah g'eah what [E.S.G.:] A new year I pop
pump the Screw tape tap, tap-tap just like that Purp-purple in my cup, purp-purple in my sack g'eah [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Sipping red low's or maybe dush
) [Big T:] Wanna be a baller, no that's old Got some'ing brand new, for the two triple 0 To the six this is it, still balling in the mix E.S.G. and Big
I say [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Nick Scholts, hold your head up Robert James, hold your head up E.D., hold your head up Ke-We, won't you hold your head up Everybody
is a must, that what they tell these boys and girls And V, cause it's still very hard to get a job E for E.S.G., Everyday Serving God Now L is for the
I'll take this battle on gladly I'm Shaq or Stoudemire, you a black Shawn Bradley nigga [Hook x2] [E.S.G.] E's for E.S.G., that's self explanatory Every
I'm way mo' than grinding So yeah, now you bitch niggaz know What E.S.G. stand fo', that's my motherfucking intro nigga [talking:] Know I'm saying, E.S.G
Formula one, get a pen and a pad Let's start with the basic, A-B-C, one-two-three My g-u-n in your f-a-c-e Break your body down, collapsin' a clown, clap
I got L-O-V-E, for young and O.G.'s Who run in controlled streets, sell dope just to eat Born misunderstood, torn between bad and good Raised up in the
