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letra de eastside - rizzie redd

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intro:
yo

whole lotta gang sh-t

all da time

all da time

all da time

yeah!

yah!

verse:

i ain’t ever sober

live a turnt life

drug dealin,serve white

tell you what the curb like

we was wild

errynight

youngin had to earn stripes

trappin’ down the turnpike

never worried bout the boys

i see ‘em through a bird’s eye

n-ggas used to push nicks

grew up now he

serve pie

n-ggas really hate him now

still ain’t never learned why

sick i got the germ

heads turn when i swerve by

b-tch i got em p-ssed

i’m the sh-t

no enima

pop a pill ma

we could roll like cinnamon

i’m am the one

and only n-gga

that could get it done

neck, wrist, ear

pinky ring

all glistening

they don’t f-ck wit rizz

but they hoe still listenin’

well listen here

n-gga i, will pull the smith in here

and wreck sh-t

the

handle on the hammer

got my fresh prints

excellence but

we don’t leave evidence

we ditch the 5th

then hit the strip

somewhere you n-ggas never been

dope peddlin’

that ain’t c0ke there

it’s medicine

for the snortas

straight over the border

from the mexicans

44 or the 38

what’s your preference

your soul movin’ on up

the clip full of jeffersons

bald heads

n-ggas call feds

on my set

so if you one up

i’m gun squeezin’

to even the deficit…

i don’t never get

why ya’ll hatin’ on connecticut

bristal, to pistal

wavin’ new haven

gets down

hartford

don’t come

if you ain’t got the heart for it

to the fiji

i’ll

pistol whip ya sh-t apart for it

hook:
east side

b-tch i love my hood

b-tch i love my coast

east side

where we living good

better than we hoped

east side

right around the mecca

it don’t get no better

east side

where the coldest n-ggas

always wit whatever

2x

verse 2:
i ain’t never sober

always on one ( 1 )

my b-tch on one ( 1 ) too ( 2 )

( 3 ) three, ( 4 ) four other hoes

always tryina come through

it’s five ( 5 ) after six ( 6 )

( 7 ) seven blunts and a cup full

ate ( 8 ) the p-ssy till she bust

nine ( 9 ) ( 10 ) ten nuts to it

run through it

shoot her baby daddy

if it come to it

bullets hit his body-

movin’ like he love crump music

east coast n-gga

northside of the belly of the beast

most n-ggas never make it out alive

i advise you revise ya plan

you ain’t dope

it’s a disguise

all them lies

caught up quicker than bolt

i love my hood

could they say the same

about i

trust no man

i’m major payne

sleep wit eyes wide

besides

my city weird

one minute n-ggas cheer

next minute n-ggas gone

you make it

now they here

but i will never turn my back on my brothers “sigh”

rip my n-ggas gone to the other side

till we meet again

i’ll put this pen between the double lines

and triple cash

hope that i could sway these n-ggas troubled minds

whew!

- rizzie redd

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