I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the Can't stop, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first To this crip hop
time to research the documents and pull some files and put it with this gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being aggressive now After peace meetings and the weapons down
Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely that sheisty and skanless To manage this dramaticness I my rep Every stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
Certified murder through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip as ya weakness met that real killer deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz done did when the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, fuck a or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Dip roam, chip phones, and clock shots and the cops and control your block
Keep it true with the crew the old to new Ride providin' 'em with like your 'sposed to do who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro climate that they as as me
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a Hummer In D.C., fuckin' a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the East side family, coherent, cohesive, the
On this side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the fuck peace we ridin violent Fuck where you it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, flood get popped
When they all try to knock knock Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the We got the hottest burnin' on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a rider and you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to Where they from and who run shit, I it to the tip-top Can't stop, stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
'cause that's all we G I'm Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip And I'ma tell you how the gon' C (Gon' C)
Now, if I wasn't motherfucker y'all be starvin' On my without bucks like Marvin You sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin' Written bill paid but gotta be a slave
Flip your own money, make your own Get yo' own heat, in some niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Niggaz ran in with If you see 'em it's the East side boys
We be like a motherfuckin' cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Chuck Two times, trey on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, and pass
It's just day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug If so, grab a nine and start to But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga
Dogg Pound groovin', side is the greatest And other guys can't fade us, 'cause the hardest in the town And duces, never could be and all you suckers hate it Ohh is goin down, and baby have no doubt
We gonna turn it out and on East side L.B.C. And we're the best, we coast to coast and we be blowin' dope, and baby that's the I'm talkin real shit to ya (That crip shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That real shit) I'm talkin' real to ya baby (That crip shit) Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, that East shit (East side, side) What y'all know about here (What, what, what?) I'm talking shit (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm talking crip I'm crip shit to you baby East side ahh, East side, East Ahh, East side, side