Questions - Lyrics - Ed O.g. & Da Bulldogs

(Put out the word) --> Outloud Amazingly none of y'all amazin me, you over-rhyme I put in work and overtime and over time and under time What I write y'all should highlight and underline And keep your ear to what I'm vibin to It ain't about what you're drivin but what's drivin you And if you fit that description I'm describin you And the *** that we did y'all still tryin to do Y'all still tryin to do; stop lookin funny at us Cause we correct witht he money matters Young white kids is throwin money at us If you from hard times all money really matters We all livin but we ball today I write stories of tomorrow today Follow the way or pack it in and call it a day And get *** for a day's work I grab the mic and leave the stage twirked You popped ( ? ) got injured and stay hurt What Tell me (Get my point across clearly) --> Guru I'm askin the questions (Check the word life, because it's real) --> D-Wyze See, I woo-woo and 2050, 360 Timbs crispy, 100 proof like whiskey Workaholic, don't need a day off Lookin for that big pay-off Still bringin the order to the chaos You way off, see that mic - stay off Above 500, still can't make the play-off Me, I won't break but I will bend And keep a eye on you suckers and throw caution to the wind Boston to the end, on my sons and daughter On my way across the border *** America's law and order Nights are longer, days are shorter Can't make a call for a quarter Gotta pay for water You *** better stop bubblin In these years of the Republicans Cause drug sentences is doublin What I do shouldn't concern you When they burn you And turn they back, who y'all turn to? Huh? (Get my point across clearly) --> Guru You don't know, do you? (Check the word life, because it's real) --> D-Wyze I gotta keep that black soul in me Went from so few to so many Empty spaces to fill these holes in me I don't need no more weed and Henny If I flow, flow with me, roll with me And reach your goals with me Boston thugs wanna test me like the emcast If I let them last every day could be my last Retire when the fire get from under my *** I'm inspired by my wonderous past You can't get it, got to earn hard Or hit the wall like Dale Earnhardt Like when I fish I think look what the worm caught You far from the term 'hard' but love to talk a lot You should be ashamed and shocked From triple A's to the majors to claim your spot In your head to train your thought 11 years and still remain this hot Now I'm on the roster Puffin l's in the pen with the rastas What does the price of life cost us?