Yeah yeah, Ed O.G.  Two-thousand, Primo  Yeah, niggaz claim they runnin this house  they just runnin they mouth  You ain't sayin nuttin    [Verse One]  Yo..  If the opportunity was to present itself  I might just have to go and reinvent myself  Hook up a chick and advance, don't stick whenever the chance  Sometimes I hit, most the time my dick in my pants  It's on dogs, put your life on pause/paws  Get heads wrapped up in bras and drawers, fightin a lost cause  We break laws, give gauze when we break jaws  Findin flaws in stars and keep the even with the odds  In head-nods, from Spanish red-head broads  And stay Trump tight, with the cards  Went from a meter to a yard, livin my life scarred  Cause every minority grow up hard  Blow up hard, illin get you banned and barred  Soon as you start sleepin catchin you off guard  The very thing, is a 'Bury thing  Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything    [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches]  "Boston niggaz don't play.."".. live and direct son"  "The crew is sayin somethin.."".. you know the deal"    [Verse Two]  Will them dogs that smoke blunts witchu, throw a punch witchu  or hold it down when you down and the mutts hitchu?  We all got tools -- I hate tellin good people bad news  Everybody livin by they own rules  Niggaz make me so sick I get nauseous  When I'm in the streets I always remain cautious  You can get rolled up, like a ounce in some Garcias  Compare my accomplishments, to my losses  Everybody wanna wonder what the winner does  On my worst day now, it was better than it was  Cause money kept, is twice as good as money burned  And money won, is twice as sweet as money earned  Will there ever come a time, when the cryin ends?  Cause death is just a moment when the dyin ends  The very thing, is a 'Bury thing  Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything    [Chorus]    [Verse Three]  Alcohol and weed is my vices  to see my daughter smile is priceless  I leave the nicest lifeless  Return like Christ in a crisis  Take this +American Pie+, and distribute out slices  Like enterprisers, who take it to the wire  And shine so bright, niggas need a sun visor  MC's search the seven seas and wind up fishin  There's little to no competition  when I appear like an abberition  Your repitition, kept you in the same tradition, same position  Same ol' rapper, same ol' mission, the game won't listen  We got two thousand new ways, to shine and glisten  Ed O.G. is to rap, what Pedro is to pitchin  Nowadays if you dissin, you could wind up missin  But if you ain't under God, you goin under hard  And we gon' be the main event and y'all are undercard  The very thing, is a 'Bury thing  Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything    [Chorus]