The definition of quarterbackin'. the quarterback... 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. 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'. 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..