[E.S.G.:]
June 3rd, the day I was born
Lil' nappy head ^!$$%, t-shirt all torn

Mama dropped out of school, in the 8th grade
Kids across the street, they use to sell lemonade
%#@! I bought a bar of soap, and a box of razor blades

I had different thoughts, I'm trying to get paid
In church every sunday, praying for some hope
Asking God, that I don't grow up broke

Now I'm down on my knees, asking God why
Can't have no suede Pumas, or no $#&@ing Fila's
Step-daddy died, he had full blown AIDS

He was tooting up, and then the ^!$$% started shooting up
Uncle started recruiting us, he was hustling crack
It's safe to say, I was born in the trap

No longer going to church, but I'm quick to pull my gun out
Basketball MVP, the trophy's at my mom house
Hoop dreams faded, nobody called

Back to the block, full time hogg
18 got probation, for a pound of weed
Year later I'm connected, get fronted half-a-ki's

Saw my first thirty G's, games getting deeper
Moved to H-Town, cause the bricks were cheaper
Somebody started snitching, now the word is out

And letter factors in my sofa ^!$$%, birds in my couch
FED's hit my house, they ain't find %#@! G
Still tried to give me 20, for a damn conspiracy

Asking bout my ^!$$%z, ain't no snitch in I
told the D.A., eat a dick and die
Round the same time, I was $#&@ing with Screw

Gave me "Swangin' And Bangin", the first hit a ^!$$% ever do
And thanks to him I got love, so I represented
Six months later "Ocean of Funk", hundred thousand independent

Probation violation, I'm back on lock
Dropped "Sailin' Da South", just to keep my name hot
Video got shot, MLK Boulevard

Three months 'fore that, caught a $#&@ing murder charge
^!$$% broke in my crib, shot my partna in the head
So I grabbed the chopper, left the (*##$ ^!$$% dead

Instead of self defense, they tried to give me murder one
Three years in the Penn, homie that wasn't fun
Touched down on the streets, "Return of the Living Dead"

Another fifty thousand independent, get my bread
Helped Wreckshop, make bout 1.3
"Shinin' & Grindin", "Dirty 3rd", "City Under Siege"

Had Flip under my wing, Slim Thug too
And both them ^!$$%z switched, like some homosexuals do
From "Wanna be a Baller", to "Getcha Hands Up"

You wanna $#&@ with me, you gotta get your grands up
Real ^!$$%z stand up, fake ^!$$%z hit the deck
Everyday Street Gangsta, I'm the epidemy of that

No holding me back, I'm part of God's plan
Angel in disquise, I walk in God's hands
And like I said befo', the devils wanna clip my wings

Immortal underdog, call me Constantine
$#&@ the movie ring, it's real lifetime
Don't believe me, ask C-Murder ask Shyne

Rappers like 50, use some real gangstas mayn
I really had a murder charge, really moved the caine
Told to swang and bang, when I was only 17

I knew about syrup, pop trunks and screens
Nintendos in the dash, candy paint shining
Boys already know, I'm way mo' than grinding

So yeah, now you (*##$ ^!$$%z know
What E.S.G. stand fo', that's my mother$#&@ing intro ^!$$%


[talking:]
Know I'm saying, E.S.G.
A legend in this %#@!, know I'm saying

This album right here, is dedicated
To two special cats, my dog Nick Sholtz
And Matney on lock, let's get this money

What up Duke, smoke some'ing Junior