Lyrics
welcome to e town, better step to check,
We a buncha low lifes wit self respect,
get ya head checked if you think you better,
cuz like the mailmen we serve you in any weather...
Now I'm EC's finest got lines like a coke head,
The timeless CrAcKa read to make you gasp like you chokin,
And yall think that im jokin when Im smokin and tokin,
I play your ass like a Chucky cheese token,
So I'm hopin, you step to me up in the EC,
have my boys step wit me to wreck a feeble emcee,
Breeze over a beat wit a free right out on the streets,
Main Street bitch is where we be, think we messin, check and see...
Hook::
Evans City man, bout to be put on the map,
Wit a rap thas pointed like a three point cap,
And thas, just how it goes when I flow you know,
A hits about to blow so yo cop the shit bro,
My flows untouchable crush a fool and his lame ass crew,
Ask around for a whos who and my name hops like a kangaroo,
So who is you to doubt my crew you just another fan,
blowin a lot of air, dont dare blow none at my fam...
HOOK::
Now on my list is a couple kids you aint gonna fuck wit,
James P J Roc and J Scholl just to start the list,
And next is, my man CD, got a flow that'll get you hexed,
Twist a neck til it resembles a corkscrew turn,
And we like a fire inside man, ready to burn,
We kinda like a rebel student, not ready to learn,
Ready to turn any season vet into a rookie,
And turn the hardest dick into the softest pussy...
E town is the home to all my click,
You know about us and all that shit,
That we get from the pigs and the bitches too,
But fuck dat we stay true to the crew...
So this is my town better know the shit,
Just a bunch of kids that aint blown up yet,
But I bet we next in the line of vets, so,
You got the beat and the text so lets go,
Let the bets roll and the best roll out,
We the next big thing out witout a doubt,
but I'm out for now, But rememeber the shit I'm,
An EC mothafucka til I die....
E town mothafucka, check it, dont disrespect it...
