Artist: E.S.G. Album: Owner's Manual Song: Owner's Manual Typed by: Lil Hustle Now what you gon' do nigga You done fucked up the game (*talking*) (I can't stop), E.S.G. (he won't stop), S.U.C. (he won't stop), know I'm saying (cause I can't stop), g'eah [Hook] This the owner's manual, yeah the user's guide I tell you how to be fly, at the same time how to survive Follow my instructions, and read my directions And for your own protection, never reveal your connection hey Now this the owner's manual, I hope you boys read it Now most of the trill is gone, I'm exactly what you boys needed So if you luke warm, I can make you super hot I know the game in and out, Stuart Scott [E.S.G.] Chapter one, like Genesis and King James I'd never leave my team alone, sorry king James But things change, don't make the same mistakes twice Cause even hard niggaz fall, Kimbo Slice Some niggaz get life, for trying to get the cheaper price Don't take the whole pie my nigga, just eat your slice It's God's plan, if he want he'll delete your life But I'm a survivor, I'm built to concrete and pipe So while you sleep at night, you better say your prayers My circle hella tight, it ain't no room for squares So come in my lair, don't sit in the boss's chair You niggaz super dumb, if you think they fighting fair But ain't a damn thang free, unless we talking air And you can't walk up in my shoes, get another pair So I swear, this more than just a song Stop being a yes man my nigga, go get your own [Hook] [E.S.G.] Teleconetic lines, I make em move they mind Make em stop wasting they time, and get out on they grind Even the blind see I shine, with the blueprints that I designed To help you roll without selling your soul, and signing the dotted line Life of crime bumper recline, wind up in that confinement Won't trip my spaceship, just got a brand new allignment I'm far from human far from home, a alien clone Fuck Romo no homo, rather be Jerry Jones With my Vince McMahon playing, a chemical diagram And stuff a thousand and eight grams, in my bitch rental van Need a brand new dental plan, I keep spitting lava I'm so Southside, it's probably syrup in my slagga A bird and a chopper, will help you get you plenty bread A couple bricks and a snitch, get you twenty FED They say they hard but they scared, we leave em dead So think about it before you shoot, number two led [Hook] [E.S.G.] I'm talking property and publishing, just try to get your own Help with the cars and clothes and jewelry, start off with a home We been blinded so long, by material things Charles Barkley of this rap shit, the Hall with no ring Every chief ain't a leader, every pawn ain't a king Every hoe ain't a queen, every squad ain't a team Every thought ain't a dream, every fiend ain't on the corner Blowing kush with my feet up, I'm the motherfucking owner nigga [Hook]