Edo G - Stop (Think for a Moment) lyrics

[Ed O.G.] I'm bringin fear and all that, the gear I wear is all that You wanna doubt me talk about me I ain't hearin all that Because I'm famous, for waxin the toughest and the lamest, Amos But not the same as, a s**er who's as plain as Crackers, and get no wacker You step up, I bust your rep up, and then I smack up The posse you're with - are they your backup? They better back up before they get racked up Just like a pool ball get hauled off like a U-Haul Or get played like a little girl's doll A tough guy, who's rappin a A-B-C style like a child Is just an infant, with an old-a** style - you better [Hook: repeat 2X] "Stop, think for a moment okay" -] Guru "Stop-stop, think for a momeny okay" [Ed O.G.] s**ers are sufferin, Ed O.G. will get tougher than All of the rest of them, they're waitin and wonderin When will I get ill and bend, the comp like a piece of tin You can't go against me, cause the sensei got you high again So don't pop your chops Hobbes, unless you're ready to drop yo I spoil your fun just like 5-0 Now the 'Bury's on the map, and saps with crap raps Perhaps will lay low before I blow 'em like a sax Cool out and max like a jazz player Toot a s**er down and lounge.. for a day or, two Drink a brew and then say a Funky hypnotic I got it I flaunt it it seems to be ironic That I'm spreadin like the bubonic, plague I'm gettin paid, not played, and I'll invade Like a renegade, I'm all night, your man's a Minute Maid Y'knahmsayin? s**ers you know what you got to do [Hook] [Ed O.G.] I'm gettin busy like a bee, tremendously it's the E I'm rockin and keepin the people to partyin dancin with girls you see I commence, to drench wrench trench the pretense Of the past tense, cause I'm in it to win it I'm gonna fly that head, and put some sense in it So get your joint out your stash But make it fast so you'll last Pop weak you'll get dusted, I'll put a shell in your a** When I'm whylin, smokin you s**er and then smilin With laughter, after we beat you down So get your uncle, the punk'll be pickin you from the curb troop And if he got beef, we'll serve him too Y'knahmsayin you su*kERS, you know what you got to do [Hook]