| Eastside…
|
| Infamous Mobb
|
| Infamous Mobb Deep
|
| Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its P You couldn’t get close enough to even touch the kid
|
| If you did, you wouldn’t get far enough to bag
|
| I put my guns to work on your bitch ass
|
| Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game
|
| Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin
|
| Fuck it, I’ll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom
|
| These niggas gon learn to respect the P-Dub
|
| I don’t take no shit off of nobody
|
| No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party
|
| Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied
|
| Thats how hearts get took, pride get damaged
|
| Lives is shedded, fuckin wit these east side niggas
|
| We teach y’all niggas bout this murder shit
|
| We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G
|
| Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues
|
| Fools loud mouth we all about spittin them tools
|
| From the coast of the locs were the Gs was born
|
| And we raise up B.G.s to keep it goin
|
| In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone
|
| Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise
|
| Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys
|
| Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz
|
| Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug
|
| Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas
|
| You other muthafuckas can’t concieve our structures
|
| The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P.
|
| Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks
|
| Stay mashin on bustas not givin a fuck
|
| Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
|
| We connected
|
| From the West to the East
|
| Connected
|
| Oh what you got beef?
|
| Connected
|
| Run up on ya while ya sleep
|
| Stay connected
|
| My nephews play wit keeps
|
| We connected
|
| From the West to the East
|
| Connected
|
| Blast ya ass in the streets
|
| We connected
|
| Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep
|
| Stay connected
|
| For life
|
| Yeah (repeat 30X)
|
| Connect wit my dogs be that serious shit
|
| Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang
|
| Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs
|
| And pressure to that ass we apply those thangs
|
| Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours
|
| Its a cold, cold, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg
|
| Better walk or crawl (for real), cause on the real homeboy
|
| Fuck around and you’ll be up in the morgue
|
| Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin the picture
|
| Of a wise young man who didn’t get the picture
|
| We keep it gangsta nigga, don’t get it twisted nigga
|
| Cross me nigga, you’ll wind up a missin nigga
|
| QB and we trully, rep for ours
|
| Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips
|
| When it came to this game though we changed the shit
|
| And fuck who you wit, its what you up in the club but yo Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s
|
| Tryna take mines, you’ll be a dead muthafucka
|
| Come up short, wit yo life on support
|
| Burnin rubber down the street in a black super spoke
|
| Fo’pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome
|
| Gun powder on my clothes when I smacked him in his nose
|
| Real talk, show you how to walk the walk
|
| All black all times when I scheme and stalk
|
| Its somethin about bein a cold blooded killa
|
| I’m bananas my nigga, like a black ass guerilla
|
| I’m G’d up, smokin all the muthafuckin weed up Drinkin on a full cup nigga
|
| Yeah, defintely connected
|
| How you love that?
|
| Uh, like I said you can’t spell the West wit out the ES
|
| East side up eastsidaz
|
| From QB to the LB
|
| You see what I see and G how I G Feel me?
|
| Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the old fashioned way
|
| Alchemist…
|
| Uh, yeah-yay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connected, artist - Tha Eastsidaz. Album song Duces 'N Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп