Uh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
ED O.G. uh uh
D Quest uh uh
Boston's Finest
Y'all check this out
[Verse One]
You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool
I'm a show you rap niggas what real talent do
Never shook up, doing with skills not book up
Four-course-meal is what I cook up
Put your notebook up
Niggas swear they're down cuz' they look up
Rip them rhymes up, hook them hooks up
You need a mic check I'm a push them rooks' up
Your crooks suck, I make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It don't matter who's the first or who's the first one that finishes
I'm out of nowhere just like Kurt Warner
Did it to the head without a nigga in my corner
The solo performer, who tell the "Truth" like Sojourner
"EDO" keep it hot like a bullet from a burner
[Chorus: Deric Quest]
Whatever you got we got two of it
