Let's Be Realistic

Ayo I’m in the game
It’s my turn so I’m dealing 'em
These new rap cats, I ain’t feelin' 'em
Think they running shit?
I cripple they style and start wheeling 'em
Get in theft mode and start stealing 'em
We can take it to the next
And get bananas and start peeling 'em
God be healing 'em
Roxbury keep it real with 'em
These small guys is snake eyes
McDonald small fries
Trying to compete with steak fries
Watch my cake rise
I sever and break ties
On fake guys who make lies, take 10 tries
And keep a watch on niggas just like jake’s eyes
And keep it locked with niggas, I never take sides
I’m global
And looking better like Total
A lot dogs in this game but they small like Toto
Edo G be vocal
Mobile, never stay local
Have 'em saying «oh no» like they name was Yoko
«Let's be realistic, you can’t go off»
«Oh no»
«Ed O.G.'s about to come off» — Ed O.G. & The Bulldogs 'I Got To Have It'
«Go off, go off»
Staring at a blank piece of paper
I’m taking mines like a raper
Dropping fools like an anchor
Trying to see paper like a banker
Close to death almost met my maker
Verbal whipping, leave you sore like a canker
No limit to my skills, big guns like a tanker
Put you out position like a center as a flanker
No material spending but on acre’s
All star crew like the Lakers
A challenge for the takers
We move makers
All the haters and fakers
Your career be up and down like Nestle on the fader
If you try to play us
Don’t forget I used to run with the Humbolt Raiders
Never take a hiatus
The ghetto made us
Edo G be like the greatest
While you take the crooked path, my shit be like the straightest
With an assortment of flavors
From Boston, we the rope cables
Floss the skills that God gave us
Well if you start then I’ma end you
At your crib or at the venue
Don’t talk about what I’m into
Don’t give a fuck what you been through
I come with different shit like a menu
And I continue only if I offend you
Never befriend you
Who pretend to, turn it all around then I’ma spin you
Off when I send you
I got the shit to keep 'em hooked on
From the 'Berry to Brook-nam, regular to foot long
Edo G’s a hot dog
Intelligent and smart dawg
Blowing up your whole spot dawg
Big nuts and guts
Keep 'em open like sluts
I say «1, 2» you say «what what»
Big dogs verses little mutts
Stick to the basics, beats, rhymes and dope cuts
Stop leaning on niggas like a crutch
I’ll make you feel me without the slightest of a touch
I’m too much