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[E-40]The definition of quarterbackin`*Scratched*the quarterback..[Verse 1 - Malice]Tell the cops don`t read into itThem days of slangin` yay been finished, them days have been done endedSo far gone them days that I`m offendedSnitches can`t speak my name till they get windedCan`t you tell there`s been a switch made?Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth gradeBut I`m too gone, young`n be clearEven when you see me, I am not really thereAnd I ain`t play fair wit` my eye on the enemyHuggin` the block just me and my mini-meDid it and lived it, grinded hereCops fillin` wit` my projects find it yeahNot only was I in the game, I was gifted in itServed food to the fiends and we called `em dinnersPut the raw wit` the fake out, mixed it in itCan`t explain the cat`s hustle, guess it just was inIt`s Malicious[Chorus - E-40]If you got the turf crackin` and ya money`s stackin`, yaQuarterbackin`, Quarterbackin`Leader of the squad and your the team captainQuaterbackin`, Quarterbackin`Gotta little change and ya drivin` a rangeQuarterbackin`, Quarterbackin`If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin` them thangsQuarterbackin`, Quarterbackin`[Verse 2 - E-40]Might not know what I`m talkin` aboutIf you ain`t never lived it, or seen it, or done itSeen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit` cometMean stuff, so many deaths my streets is hauntedBelieve us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super geniusAgainst all odds like Serena and VenusI only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grownWho woulda thought I`d sell my skill for a microphoneAnd be rappin` about it up in the song, slidin` on some chromeIt`s long money I earn, I`m bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus permWhen my name was earl before the rap gameRunnin` from secret squirrel, I had my own thangRaised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls[Chorus][Pusha T]I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzoneServe that ish like snowcones in the hoodEntrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the goodCuz I make the gat stutta like a old G shouldMamas lookin, so much snookin`Nights in the kitchen thought I`d never finish cookin`Way before pay for this that I`m mouthin`19 years young, upward of 80 thousandTrust me young`n Pusha was never browsin` for nothin` section 8 housin`I`m stompin` thru like King Kong claimin` his home, his jungleMumblers beware the hood hates singersI connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen `emPosted in the hood leanin` fiends like the Tower of PisaDamn he`s good..[Chorus x2][E-40 - Talking]Now of course you know I ain`t talkin` about sportsI`m talkin` about runnin some shitI`m talkin` about workestratin` and illustratin`Glorifyin` ya paper routeWhether it serve it to, uh..Gettin` out there hustlin`, grittin` and grindin`Doin` ya thug-thizzlemajiggadaleQuarterbackin` man, hustlin` mainTrust that main, yeah, in real life mainSome call it pitchin`, some call it grindin`We call it Quarterbackin`Yeah, and I ain`t talkin` about sports, trust that main..{*scratched until fade: The Quarterback*}

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