[I-20 - .. Eastside hoe this our anthem Yo killa's here, I-20 let's run
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Dealer got the coke for all the and the shooters If I say they online, I ain't 'bout computers D.E.C. hoe we back on the grind If I'm in the trap I like to a mack or a 9 In '94 I'm sellin' bass, in a place spanish trace In a second you can vanish, dead and gon' without a I caught my first case, for boomin' out the back of south Man I wouldn't be there without a Z atleast a half Shit I had to be fresh, had the T's on friday night's And if the car got no shoes, I can't say I'm ridin' right I had this trick, out in Eastwick, who turn and suck dick And when I went to see her, I would always have a full Scottdale bitch, one been through rappin' lands Mr. a damn shame, call the twins from jagged edge And I rep the D.E.C., til' it ain't no breath in me Whether Glenwood, Rainbow, or Macavee see...
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Yeah, I talk that slang folk, rock and dust Treat my hoes my pistols, cock and bust You study hip-hop, if you think someone else Could spit the game so trill and get they shit off the Niggaz think they so fire, I'ma full alarm blaze Set ya braids on fire, they burn to a fade that eastside shit dog, let it be known And our in all the car folk, nothin' but chrome all stuntin' in the Dec. dog that's rule #1 Ya see more niggaz touchin' then a game of 21 And I'm so with it, my roots are du' deep I'm so street if I get shot I'd probably concrete Take a second, swallow what you Try to understand while they follow word While put me on a pedastile and worship what I say I-Dub out that eastside and is how we pray, say ugnhh!
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I-Double, I'm out the Dec., no one is better Niggaz I changed my style, but I only changed the letters From BMX to BMW, AK's to .OZ's to ASCAP, the BUS to Bitch please, I'm from Atlanta we brawl and we fight When you ever heard me rhyme and it was only I shit, but I'am the shit, you do the math This ain't a clip, a full clip, move or get blast The only one that be king, cause I do it for real Don't believe me we can hit the and do it for real thugstyle, got these bitches kissin' us off Fake rappers sound like bad blaoww's, me off Infamous, I'ma icon, ain't no me Call Chaka all you want, and you won't be D.T.P. Basically y'all faggots, you do it and run no killa's on the payroll cause we do it for fun, folk
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