"E And 1 Equal None" lyrics

"E And 1 Equal None"

Hey yo, I got a friend by the name of Mu
He hangs out with Proof from the All Star Crew
I gotta group by the name of zabmilC niatnouM
Ain't none liver with saliva, Kuniva
Ain't my fault that you was on top and fell to nothin'
Now let me tell you something, you don't know why the hell you frontin'
But I do, you and your brother had the game on lock
When it came the independents, had your name on top
But then came Suge and Master P, then you switched the shit
No more acid raps, you flipping bricks
I witnessed you getting chased by Champtown
And now you want me to believe you're pushing weight now?
Eight hours out, class [?] feel the four
No matter how much you front, you gotta deal with war
In the D, we all see you ain't no cap-peeler
Locally it's Rock Bottom, Chedda Boys and Fat Killahz, so
Do you motherfucker and I'll be me
I can't believe the devil signed up with ICP
If that's your move I respect it, ain't no fronting
Just know that nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin' motherfucker, that's it

I stand where I stand and I am what I am
And I'll be damned if I let a nigga get at my clan (SO!)
I'll do me fool, you do you
And all the loud mouth talking just WHOOPTIE WHOO! (Whooptie whoo)

I stand where I stand and I am what I am
And I'll be damned if I let a nigga get at my clan (SO!)
I'll do me fool, you do you
And all the loud mouth talking just WHOOPTIE WHOO! (Whooptie whoo)

First off, the real first name is Cleveland Hurst
I stab your tongue with a knife 'til it's bleeding words
I'm a wanksta, motherfucker bitch, I'll thank ya'
Remember never say I'm a gangsta? (Now that's gangsta!)
Don't be mad that you got smacked, punched and slammed
This is all day, I ain't even got to touch you man
What the plan? Diss Proof and build your name
You ain't 'Pac or B.I.G., but get killed the same
Along with Ja Rule, Benzino and any other people for that matter
Spit venom, Proof will come and see you
I stand where I stand, I am what I am
Ain't playing with a Stan, I'm a dangerous man
Don't care about nothing you say, nothing you do
We coming for you, get your guns and your crew
Got a plan in my mind, a clan on the rise
I tell you like this, I'll be damned if a die, goodbye

Hah hah (Ay look)
Tell you like this, this is it
All right, I'm through dissing Esham
Esham, you quit dissing me man, you know what I'm saying?
I ain't even wasting any more time
Let's do it like this, acronym for your name
E.S.H.A.M.: Every Sucker Has A Moment
When you and your brother was on, y'all was on top then
It's over with, give it up, nigga, no one more acid rap
Nobody wanna hear that bullshit you talking, all right
But a nigga 1st Born, it ain't my fault there's another 1st born
On top of that, he's older than you
So he gotta be first born before you was a first born
Do the math on that shit and grow up nigga, you know what I'm saying?
Anybody else gonna diss me, guess what?
I ain't even gonna respond, 'cause y'all gon' think it's a little thing I do
I just sit down, beef with all niggas
Hey, yo
Bri- bring that chorus

I stand where I stand and I am what I am
And I'll be damned if I let a nigga get at my clan (SO!)
I'll do me fool, you do you
And all the loud mouth talking just WHOOPTIE WHOO! (Whooptie whoo)

I stand where I stand and I am what I am
And I'll be damned if I let a nigga get at my clan (SO!)
I'll do me fool, you do you
And all the loud mouth talking just WHOOPTIE WHOO! (Whooptie whoo)


Writer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton
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