Artist: E.S.G. f/ Da One Album: Owner's Manual Song: Up Early Typed by: Lil Hustle (*police radio*) [Hook: Da One - 2x] Up early in the morning, fuck breakfast time to whip a bird Fucking with that boy Action, off the Dirty 3rd Yeah, it's going down in these streets We ain't got a deal yet, but we still gotta eat [Da One] Want it hard or soft, edgy or burnt Hit me on the chirp, if you need that work Grip a straight drop, drank or pills Anything you want, boys got it down here - 2x [E.S.G.] I'm up early hang over, my head's still spinning Should I vote for Obama, or that bitch Hillary Clinton Time for pimping, and I ain't talking bout women I'm talking about these crooked major labels, in the industry He calling me down, for a closing left and right Just got laid off, we need a mill tonight Yeah the interest rates high, can't afford a descent home Even dog food high, got feed em chicken bones Time to get a chicken homes, I'm talking bout a bizzerp Some sell izzurp, some sell sizzurp I can't blame em, when your family need do' Convicted of a felony, you better check no On your application, cause the day you got high Boss man found out, and now you got fired Snitches wearing wires, I don't give a damn Hopped in a rental van, two hundred grams in my hand This the contraband land, better get it how ya live The next thang I know, the task riding by the crib Got a pack dropped off, that's a half a thang of soft Too broke to take a loss, I took off my Randy Moss Grabbed my watch and my cross, my cash out the stash Threw the work that I had, in a black duffle bag Now they run up to the do', I see em through the blinds Too fat to hop a fence, I had to try two times Mr. Brown at work, so I hid behind a truck Hit Craig on the chirp, come and pick my ass up See it's dirty in the South, the bottom of the map Surviving in the trap, like surviving Iraq So I pack, for the jackers and the robbers I'm waiting on my partnas, ah shit here come the chopper I'm sweating like a slave, I feel my heart pounding The next thing I hear, we got the place surrounded Then I thought about the dog, the pit was a mutt I crawled in the dog house, and pulled the do' shut Got big monkey nuts, in my red monkey jeans Took off my white T, wiped my Air Jordans clean Then I walked out the dog house, like I ain't did shit Dog barking loud, I guess he smelled that half a brick Did you see a guy running, I told the cops naw I just came outside, I was bout to feed my dog woof (*police radio*)