Up The Way, Down The Way

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-DJ E-Z.

-Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way.

Terry Anthony.

Everything that glitters ain't gold.

Journey to my city ain't no yellow brick road. Everybody hustling, we earn our rubber bands, and they know me everywhere.

They address me as fam. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

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Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

They love me where I'm from. They say that I go hammer.

I'm the realest in my city, fresh like a pack of Pampers. Red Fox like I'm Stanford.

See me son, yeah I birthed it. Many styles like I'm Macy's. Guess that's why they love to hate me.

Cleveland, where I'm resting, where it's hard to catch a blessing.

Whether they real or fake, they hang on me like a chesty. Check my fresh, but don't test me.

If you love it, stay committed. If not, act like a bowling ball, roll with it.

Been here for a while, my trials well-known.

Heights of the hood ain't open like home. Ain't gonna kneel the king on his throne.

Pay your dues or drown in buy loans. Ain't no difference between hustling and pimping.

The birds to the hood, we all trying to get it. Life here is sick, ain't no time for sniffles.

Only one shot, can't lose your pistol.

We out here grinding, barely shining.

My people watching me and all they saying is my time and I'ma give them what they need. People rise and fall as quick.

Cleveland, where every day is like the graveyard shift.

Everything that glitters ain't gold.

Journey to my city ain't no yellow brick road. Everybody hustling, we earn our rubber bands, and they know me everywhere.

They address me as fam. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the -way. Up the way, down the way.

-Shouts to up the way and down the way, but baby I'm from that-a-way.

Where we leave sales in packs a day, we never put the gat away.

And you know me, I could give a damn 'bout what a rapper say, 'cause I ain't where them rappers at, bitch I be where them trappers play.

My J's black, my jeans black, my Polo black and purple. Blowing purple, violet circles.

Copper squares for selling circles.

Where I'm from, whole lotta bosses, whole lotta workers. Up the way or down the way, them niggas don't play, them boys'll murk ya.

Cross me, they'll find your body somewhere across G.

Stanking on the backstreet, balling like a athlete. Putting on for my city, they ain't even ask me.

What I'm selling, you can probably smell it when you pass me.

Cocaine aroma, that strong marijuana. Young bleeks calling me OG, that mean I'm good on any corner.

And I'm with my nigga DA. Come yell and fuck the DA.

You from up the way or down the way, put your boy Ray on replay, okay.

Everything that glitters ain't gold.

Journey to my city ain't no yellow brick road. Everybody hustling, we earn our rubber bands, and they know me everywhere.

They address me as fam. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way. Up the way, down the way.

Up the way, down the way. Up the way. I'm in the belly of the beast.

I will not be afraid.

Up the way, down the way. Up the way. I'm in the belly of the beast. I will not-