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featuring Rhyno
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After the D there be the E and it suits me well
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D Sisive on Eglinton be the street where I dwell
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The Westside is parallel where my legend propels
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Also my brethrens as well but it ain't hard to tell
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Cause lyrically I'll be representing spots of all kinds
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I drop dimes on any competitor trying to take mine
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And when it's all said and done and I posess the full claim
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I hit the soul train back to E.W. (my domain)
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The home of insane crews paying dues and making news bulletins
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Ganja entrepreneurs, my street is full of them
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And hooligans of all types avoiding sentences
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Oriental men selling New York imported denim
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It's heaven when I start walking my block, taking all the sights in
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I know I got the white skin, but I fit right in
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And if you fighting, make sure you bring the right men
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Cause from Marlee ave to York Quare, we got nothing but titans
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Ready to battle, with words mad provacotive
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It all ain't positive, but living here is my perogative
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So keep it on the hush for all the hesitating people
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And check the unity at the Caribana pre-show
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(Chorus)
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The E.W.-
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The streets where the po-po roam
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It may not be much to others, but to brothers it's home
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The E.W.
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Let's make use of this coverage
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And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it
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I take a breath of fresh air and still be destined to get there
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Whether I'm at Glencairn or West of St. Clair
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I still be close by wondering if my street's still operating
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So I travel 32 bus lines straight throught the station
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And staying connected like Imediat paging
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Blazing up my quad, waiting for return calls from pay phones
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Y'all know the deal, if you don't ask my man Rhyno
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He'll tell you E.W. rocks the spot (T-Dot)
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(Rhyno)
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Athletic sweaters have imbedded my chest
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Claiming Eglinton West where the buddah gets blessed
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Nevertheless, it's the place where my head takes rest
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Multiplied drug sales til the cops get stressed
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Understood it's my hood and I don't complain
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Easy shopping when I'm rocking on the Keele domain
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Simple and plain, we trying to get our blocks sewn together
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Throwing E.W. signs and sporting ECKO sweaters
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(Chorus)
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The E.W.-
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The streets where the bashments play
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And roots men work night and day to earn the fastest pay
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The E.W.
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Let's make use of this coverage
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And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it
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For 18 plus years I be walking the streets clear
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Of any beef, mad peace and hoping that it will increase
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But when the beast gets there way, the peace is gone away
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And the pieces spray, leaving the peace a memory
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It's a hard thing to say but they be always harassing
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The DJ's clashing at local bashments in an orderly fashion
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Depriving our imagery while they physically
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Sending our citizens through misery, it's killing me
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So while we chilling, B, we gotta unify and skillfully
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Try to get Snoop screaming out "EWC"
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White pregnant bitches and clothes from Stitches
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Running from 13th division
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Through avenues and boulevards, pulling cards from those not on the
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blueprints
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So get nyammed like Albert's with more cuts than Loose Ends
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My crew extends therefore I'm crazy true to say
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That I'll forever be representing the E double vee
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(Chorus)
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The E.W.
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The streets where the blocks are shaded
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It ain't crew affiliated, but its our hood and we named it
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The E.W.
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The street where the po-po roam
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It may not be much to others, but to brothers it's home
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The E.W.
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The street where the bashments play
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And roots men work night and day to earn the fastest pay
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The E.W.
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Let's make use of this coverage
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And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it
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E.W. (Eglinton West)
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| D Sisive |
