[Hook] (what you see), is the ice and the cars (is what you get), a black man with stars (what you see), is the fortune and the fame (is what you get), another struggle in the game (what you see), is the house and the chrome (is what you get), paparazzi round your home (what you see), O.G. E.S.G. (is what you get), nothing but the truth for me
[E.S.G.] And I don't care who you is, this song pertains to you Especially if you went through, some of the thangs I went through In and out of jail, posession with intent to sell Trying to make it out the ghetto, sometimes orders hell Now inhale exhale, hydro spell My cousin Terell in the cell, with all the rest of the black males Might as well let the kids, stay with grandma tonight Cause his daddy in the FED's, and his mama on the pipe Plus this rap life ain't right, it's snakes under the table Believe what I'm saying, that's why I left the mo' labels It's the same game, a new coach a new team But this year I'm the only playa, know what I mean
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[E.S.G.] I remember being told, everything glitter ain't gold Some of these rappers scream platinum, can't show with they soul Old Rocky ghetto role, President ain't caring See you think we got it bad, better ask Hank Aaron Went from riding in back of the bus, to owning them hoes Throwing DVD's in em, balling out of control See a set of 24's, don't make me better than you But a fresh paint job, make me wetter than you Now I remember being broke, without a god damn quarter No more Kool-Aid in the fridge, better drink some sugar water No gangstas in the hood, living good moving bricks No milk the baby sick, the mama too lazy to go to wick Use to stand in long lines, for government cheese I'm paying taxes, giving back my government cheese Government please, what kinda laws are these You get more time for chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki's Take five G's, then about ten beaks Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week 1985, that's when crack came out That was the last time my daddy, came back in the house They told me go to church, and confess my sins Hard to do it, when the preacher fucking all my friends Ain't no need to pretend, everything bout me real E.S.G. signing off, Big Sin how you feel now
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[E.S.G.] You think we had it bad in the past, wait for the future In the wrong neighborhood, the police might shoot ya Got college athletes, who break they back in the game While the coaches get rich, ain't that a god damn shame Now these high school hoopers, skip college for money Since it ain't baseball, they try to call you damn dummie But what would you do, if you never had a dime And you stood 6'9", better sign on that line This one here, for all my G's that's on the grind Who won't sell out, and keep that damn money on they mind From my skull to my spine, I'm a hundred percent a G E.S.G.'s who I be, what you get is what you see now
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