Quarterbackin' (DJ Quick Remix) - DJ Quick Remix

The definition of quarterbackin
[Scratched]
the quarterback..
[Verse 1 - Malice]
Tell the cops dont read into it
Them days of slangin yay been finished, them days have been done ended
So far gone them days that Im offended
Snitches cant speak my name till they get winded
Cant you tell theres been a switch made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade
But Im too gone, youngn be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I aint play fair wit my eye on the enemy
Huggin the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops fillin wit my projects find it yeah
Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in it
Served food to the fiends and we called em dinners
Put the raw wit the fake out, mixed it in it
Cant explain the cats hustle, guess it just was in
Its Malicious
[Chorus - E- 40]
If you got the turf crackin and ya moneys stackin, ya
Quarterbackin, Quarterbackin
Leader of the squad and your the team captain
Quaterbackin, Quarterbackin
Gotta little change and ya drivin a range
Quarterbackin, Quarterbackin
If ya sound system bangs, and ya pushin them thangs
Quarterbackin, Quarterbackin
[Verse 2 - E-40]
Might not know what Im talkin about
If you aint never lived it, or seen it, or done it
Seen fiends vomit, green stuff I had to clean it up wit comet
Mean stuff, so many deaths my streets is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all odds like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs in my life, but not too many thought I was grown
Who woulda thought Id sell my skill for a microphone
And be rappin about it up in the song, slidin on some chrome
Its long money I earn, Im bald headed, but I used to have a lord Jesus perm
When my name was earl before the rap game
Runnin from secret squirrel, I had my own thang
Raised by wolves, hyenas, and barracudas, gorillas and bulls
[Chorus]
[Pusha T]
I play the field like Vick, from endzone to endzone
Serve that ish like snowcones in the hood
Entrenched in the gutter, I was lost in the good
Cuz I make the gat stutta like a old G should
Mamas lookin, so much snookin
Nights in the kitchen thought Id never finish cookin
Way before pay for this that Im mouthin
19 years young, upward of 80 thousand
Trust me youngn Pusha was never browsin for nothin section 8 housin
Im stompin thru like King Kong claimin his home, his jungle
Mumblers beware the hood hates singers
I connect, block the corner like Jenga, fall never, you seen em
Posted in the hood leanin fiends like the Tower of Pisa
Damn hes good..
[Chorus x2]
[E-40 - Talking]
Now of course you knowI aint talkin about sports
Im talkin about runnin some shit
Im talkin about workestratin and illustratin
Glorifyin ya paper route
Whether it serve it to, uh..
Gettin out there hustlin, grittin and grindin
Doin ya thug-thizzlemajiggadale
Quarterbackin man, hustlin main
Trust that main, yeah, in real life main
Some call it pitchin, some call it grindin
We call it Quarterbackin
Yeah, and I aint talkin about sports, trust that main..
[scratched until fade:]
The Quarterback