| Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside
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| Never had a site to rhyme, but I’m still mobbin
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| Dope dealers, to the fullest
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| I keep my Glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets
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| Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks
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| Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up
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| Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest
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| Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this
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| No need to be a punk just dump when I say so
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| Empty the clip another block let’s go
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| I don’t give a fuck about some posted what
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| So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up
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| We ain’t finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin
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| We ain’t rollin wit you niggas that’s scared to do the jackin
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| The plan don’t stop nigga, fuck the cops
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| If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop
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| That’s all my game, we ride like macked up trucks
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| You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up
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| Just blast for me, and I’mma blast for you
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| When I’m in jail, get cash, and I’mma mash for you
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| That’s on the real homeboy don’t let me down
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| I clown homeboy and I bang the pound
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| HOOK: Tray Deee
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| We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz
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| And when we come through real niggas stand beside us
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| Killers, cutthroats, and knivers
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| Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors
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| I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days
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| Nappy ass french braids and it ain’t no thang
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| Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes
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| Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines
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| On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard
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| Got jugs of water buried all across my yard
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| One time on my line tryin ta find a cause
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| Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls
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| Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down
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| But I done made it too far to stop now
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| Results of a banger, to most I’mma danger
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| No hope for those who come too close to the chamber
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| Bitches lovin I’mma gangster so fuck it
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| No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket
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| Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don’t work
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| First look, say I’mma crook that did dirt for the turf
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| High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street
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| Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet
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| It’s a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul
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| Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial
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| Aim is to be famous wit major loot
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| A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops
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| And everybody know the eastside the craziest
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| So motherfuckers know it ain’t no fadin this
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| HOOK 2X |