Boston

Intro: Pete Rock cuts and scratches] "Edo.G be like the greatest, the ghetto made us" "Boston nigga.." "From the streets of Boston..." "Boston nigga.." [Pete Rock] AHHOW~! [Verse One: Edo.G] Uh-huh, where you at Boston? Uh, yeah... I'm lookin for more than street props when Pete Rock Hit the beatbox, take the cheap shots from your weak street blocks You heard like you eavesdrop When you all fall, like the seasons when the leaves drop I'm mad lethal, never had equal Cause Boston's a good place to meet bad people Your second joint, a sad sequel You a old school rapper, who mad feeble Don't get a need to concern yourself with what we do You can get the picture first just like a preview Laid up with a tube to breathe through We take the good and evil and breeze through I know you're wack, don't put out records to remind me Special Teamz walk beside me, not behind me I'm a throwback, from the 90s' Whose return is timely, for hip-hop consciousness this that grimy [Hook: Pete Rock cuts and scratches] "For Boston" "Humboldt Ave. in 94" "Edo.G be very wild" "Cause Boston's where the kid rest" [Verse Two: Edo.G] Aiyyo, my work ethic disperse effort From my first to my worst effort, there's of madness to my method It's universal, my music Is underground AND commercial, wholesome and controversial The routine, no need for rehearsal CEOs', label owners, roll with versals Different ciphers, different circles The weed was brown now it's, green and purple I'm tellin truths and lies, like a reverend Fell in love with hip-hop, at age 11 Edo's the veteran, we use it as a weapon To raise HELL up in heaven, now I'm considered a legend If my peeps'll come, the streets'll come If rhymes is hot, then the beats'll come And in the industry, you can't be too dumb And in Boston, they wonder what street you from - I'm from the 'Boldt [Hook] [Verse Three: Edo.G] Too many stones unturned, stories untold The plot unfolds when Edo.G push the threshold I rock like Depeche Mode, hip-hop's best old ANY club I'm in, I'm disobeyin the dress code The spot's 'Bury, pop cherries On big butt chicks that's top heavy Bring 'em back to Roxbury and spark heavy Cause I'm livin the dream Not even, half your team can stand the fire from the gasoline I'm still dirty so I'm half as clean I'ma holla if her ass is mean To you ballers that's after cream, me and my selfish team Will take your self-esteem, 'til your whole crew's a helpless team Can't be the ace when you dealt the queen My knife go through flesh and rupture your spleen I try to stay neutral, right in between And remain cautious, on the Boston scene [Hook 2X]