Artist: E.S.G.
Album:  Everyday Street Gangsta
Song:   Intro (Everyday Street Gangsta)
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*talking*)
E.S.G., what's that stand for man
Everyday Street gangsta, well why don't you show me
A lil' bit about your life of it, and I'ma get on it

[E.S.G.]
Born in Louisiana, young homie paid his dues
12th grade MVP, Bogalusa high school
Was a fool mayn, yeah seventeen points a game
Then I dropped out of college, selling weed selling caine
Guess I chose a different lane, dropped that solo Swang N' Bang
Underground legend down in Texas, everybody knew me name
But how quick the thangs change, my mama felt the pain
Nigga snitched to the feds, say I sold him a half a thang
Yeah 1995, shit got a lil' too real
Wearing shackles out the hood, yeah they ran into my crib
Shot his ass three times, sorry Lord I left him dead
Now I'm fighting a murder charge, and a drug charge from the feds
But I beat the murder rap, why that was self defense
Drug charges got dismissed, yeah for lack of evidence
But I still did three, probation violation
Hundred thousand independent, came home paper chasing
Yep another two hundred thousand, that was Sailin' Da South
Shoulda been on a half a mill, by the time they let me out
But the label I was with, messed up and spent the bread
Sold another fifty thousand, Return of the Living Dead
Shinin' N' Grindin' did six, then City Under Siege did a hundred
Then the label I was with, they tried to fuck me out my money
Helped this kid named Lil' Flip, get him a lil' buzz
Then I started my own label, Boss Hogg with Slim Thug
Jimmy Iovine heard about us, wanna give us a record deal
But he only wanted Slim, how you think that made me feel
Told Slim I was through, they put some words in his mouth
Divide and conquer, we was bout to run the South
Hey if we did it once, nigga we can do it twice
Everyday Street Gangsta, nothing fake about my life
Wasted money on my ice, rims watch chain and grill
We finally figured out, we in a recession for real
See it's crazy in this world, somebody please listen
NFL players fishing, month later still missing
Can't trust a politician, don't believe what FEMA say
Purple stuff president, it's my inauguration day
Hey rappers they get deals, first round draft picks
A bunch of Kwame Brown's, Darko Milicic
But this year I'm killing shit, hop on the first 48
See a c.d. right on here, this that uncut rate
Yeah studio or kitchen, been known to get it in
They starving in the hood, when the stimulus gon' kick in
Until then I'm breaking rims, like Shaq in his prime
Everyday Street Gangsta, yeah I'm back on my grind g'eah

[Hook - 2x]
I live the life of
A everyday street gangsta
I got's the jewels of
A everyday street gangsta
I pack the tool of
A everyday street gangsta
What I'ma do brah
You know that I'ma keep it gangsta