Def Jef - Tha Eastsidaz lyrics

Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin [Goldie Loc] Dope dealers, to the fullest I keep my Glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets Eastside, young n***a sportin them chucks Never givin a f**, so watch out for the come up Them eastside n***as be the crip, crip, craziest Ride wit my n***as fool we gon die for this No need to be a punk just dump when I say so Empty the clip another block let's go I don't give a f** about some posted what So C slide me the mac so I can rip sh** up We ain't finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin We ain't rollin wit you n***as that's scared to do the jackin The plan don't stop n***a, f** the cops If a n***a snitch he the first n***a to drop That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks You know them n***as on the eastside be givin it up Just blast for me, and I'mma blast for you When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'mma mash for you That's on the real homeboy don't let me down I clown homeboy and I bang the pound HOOK: Tray Deee We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz And when we come through real n***as stand beside us k**ers, cutthroats, and knivers Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors (repeat) [Tray Deee] I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days Nappy a** french braids and it ain't no thang Hang with motherf**ers wanted for all types of crimes Plus them little bitty n***as on they bikes wit nines On the grind no I rhyme n***a times is hard Got jugs of water buried all across my yard One time on my line tryin ta find a cause Toss a n***a in the street and reach up under my balls Guns co*ked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down But I done made it too far to stop now Results of a banger, to most I'mma danger No hope for those who come to close to the chamber b**hes lovin I'mma gangster so f** it No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket Tuckin in my shirt and all that sh** don't work First look, say I'mma crook that did dirt for the turf High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul Goin out, puttin it down sayin f** the trial Aim is to be famous wit major loot A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops And everybody know the eastside the craziest So motherf**ers know it ain't no fadin this HOOK 2X