[E-40]   The definition of quarterbackin'   *Scratched*   the quarterback..      [Verse 1 - Malice]   Tell the cops don't read into it   Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days have been done ended   So far gone them days that I'm offended   Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded   Can't you tell there's been a switch made?   Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in the fifth grade   But I'm too gone, young'n be clear   Even when you see me, I am not really there   And I ain't 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   Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in   It's Malicious      [Chorus - E-40]   If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's 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 I'm talkin' about   If you ain't 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 I'd sell my skill for a microphone   And be rappin' about it up in the song, slidin' on some chrome   It's long money I earn, I'm 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 I'd never finish cookin'   Way before pay for this that I'm mouthin'   19 years young, upward of 80 thousand   Trust me young'n Pusha was never browsin' for nothin' section 8 housin'   I'm 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 he's good..      [Chorus x2]      [E-40 - Talking]   Now of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports   I'm talkin' about runnin some shit   I'm 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 ain't talkin' about sports, trust that main..      {*scratched until fade: The Quarterback*}