The Dirty 3rd Soundtrack

[Hook]<br>Woke up in the morning, brushed the diamonds on my teeth<br>Picked out a dope `fit, threw on a platinum piece, ha ha<br>Just another day (say what), in the life of E.S.G<br>And I wonder what God, got in store for me out on these streets<br><br>[E.S.G.]<br>See it`s a dirty world, but it still roll tape<br>I done changed my ways, and these hoes still hate<br>I keep my head strong, so these devils can`t tempt me<br>And every power, we some rocks and now I`m empty<br>My lil G`s, from elementary<br>Either six feet deep, or in the Penitentiary<br>God`s been good to me, so I floss on chrome<br>I show love to y`all turn around, and hate it in your songs<br>Now what`s wrong, cause I`m ducking these FED`s<br>Hit my stash for the infrared, and bust me a head<br>Enough said, y`all can talk down if you wanna<br>E.S.G. and Wreckshop, we keep it hot on every corner<br>Keep a on a eye level, the mind enemies<br>Use to have bad luck, like the Kennedy`s<br>But I`m a G, and I`m close to the Third<br>But our life is so shife, so every night I say these words<br>Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray that the Lord just watch over me<br>E.S.G., playa Wreckshop soldier, somebody should told you<br>The life don`t know, its have to move so fast<br>Cause one day you on the top, next day you on your ass<br>So I`ma mash, cause and I`ma mash<br>Talking bout mashing mayn<br>I`m up in Laxford, on the gas fa sho<br>I`m sitting low to the road, I hold it down but bold<br>Now what do you know should of rolled, these glass S-4`s<br>I come down Benzo, platinum coated Lorenzos<br>Come by the bus stop, all my diamonds exposed<br>Hoes tipping on they toes, trying to peep out my low<br>My Lincoln truck on hold, my wardrobe bout explode<br>A brand new episode, called NWO<br>Wreckshop so throwed, by the year 2 triple O<br>Spending six zero`s, on new studios<br>Now record deals come and go, so we want much mo`<br>Than a punky million dollas, for you to control our do`<br>At least I want fo`, for videos and major shows<br>Cause with no promos, there`s no platinum or gold<br>But niggaz act like hoes, when they get cash flow<br>We black owned independent, so don`t ask no mo` and see<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[E.S.G.]<br>Now I`ma mash for green, and get my green and my chedda<br>Peace still to P-A-T, it`s ghetto dreams forever<br>When my partna was living, we bobbed and mashed together<br>Cause my rims done got better, candy paint done got wetter<br>Watch the fight whatever, four screens in the leather<br>Picking up a clear reception, no matter the weather<br>Gucci sweaters hide barettas, I call em up flashing wetters<br>Shoot em up my damn part, they got a metal detector<br>Now whenever however, whatever it is that ain`t clever<br>To lose your life trying to wreck, the Houston trend setter<br>I am the I-10 connector, rare diamond collector<br>First time I might touch you, turn around and dissect you<br>Seen you readers call me Hector, cash fetching who sent you<br>If you want me I might check you, play like I never met you<br>Red dot reflector, I send them boys home sooner<br>E.S.G. call me, the lyrical Roy Jones Jr., maan<br><br>Talking bout mashing man - 2x<br><br>[Hook - 2x]