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letra de eastside - philthy rich & peezy

[verse 1: jim jones]
i don’t use pens, but let me write about it
i got n-ggas in the pen that’s doing life for [?]
n-ggas that i won’t see again, that lost they life about it
sh-t run deep, so i don’t sleep [?]
and all the cold nights that we had no heater
in the lobby [?] white with a cold heater
you know the rules, we only serve them if they knew them
[?] if they blew him
must have had it coming to him, they said he didn’t die
had some perks running through him
[?]
tryna k!ll him where he live
the beef never die, they even drilling at the kid
we was guarantied to make [?]
[?] guarantied to hit the profit
running fast b-tch, i hit the steps like usain
now this n-gga pull up to the [?] and i’m [?]
my memory good, i’ll take you back to the 80’s
mama in the kitchen, cooking crack as a baby
[?] when they was getting that d
the same thing the [?] did in the d
so we still get the chetter, like we getting the keef
and my hood is [?]
[?] life
now say a prayor [?]
[verse 2: philthy rich]
in my neighborhood i’m a legend
kicked out of school at 7, caught my first case at 11
now [?] and i was her first born
[?] but she was a woman scorned
used to live with my teacher, my daddy wasn’t around
wasn’t chearing in the bleachers when i caught my first touchdown
[?] my mama wouldn’t give me nothing
my stepdaddy was too high, he was smoking up all the money
a prodict of the streets, i was running through them with no cleets
went to school in north oakland, the only n-gga from the east
never went to class, i used to play in the hallways
where i met my first love, we still friends to this day
no cap and goun, graduated from the corner
real n-gga resume take the place of my deploma
addicted to the block, and in love with the streets
moral to the story, if you believe, you can acheav

[verse 3: peezy]
knew i was special when they birthed me
i moved to my mama crib at 13
roaches in the fruity pebbles when we go to eat
you ain’t seen no sh-t like this in your worst dreams
moved to my granny crib on the west
she ain’t have a lot, but she did her best
go to school smelling like [?]
f-ck this, there gotta be a better way for me
only eastside n-gga in the whole school
i was forsed to share clothes with my old dude
my brother worked at chaps, i wore all the shoes
hardest times of my life, they got harder too
i ain’t graduate, cause i ain’t had sh-t
but n-gga balling now, that’s in the past tence
life gave me lemons, i made lemonade
all they see is n-ggas shining, they don’t see the pain

- philthy rich peezy

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