Sinister - The East Side lyrics

(barks & singing) (SINISTER) Born in the middle of danger Now I'm trapped in a cell But it's more like a chamber I got a murder so my life is thru But a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do (barks) Especially when you're livin on the East Side Gotta be strapped and ready for a muthaf**in homicide Drive-byes happen day by day Get caught in a spray by saint with the AK One Time swoop cause they try to pop ya 3 seconds later there's a muthaf**in helicopter In the air with their lights on pride But they can't catch a n***a in the night Who is runnin for his life But y'all n***as keep on tryin Cause punk muthaf**as gonna keep on dyin As long as they shift their a**hole get wripped With my sawed-off pump make 'em do a backflip War is not the answer But if you're on the East Side I bet you don't die of cancer You'll probably die from the results of a jack move Don't be the jacker Sinister fool White muthaf**as complain about robberies But they never complain about poverty Got their nose in the air for what they got Don't even think about comin to WATTS Not even for a visit (?) I wish they stay the f** out of our business But if they come, that's a notch on my belt Cause I draw down and say: "Fool break yourself" I don't want just cash I want your gold, your car and a piece of your wife's a** Now get your punk-a** on and I advise Not to never come back Stay the f** off the East Side! (KIM ARMSTRONG) Bumpin on the East Side Pumpin on the East Side (stay the f** off the East Side) You don't know a thang about the East Side Bumpin on the East Side Pumpin on the East Side (stay the f** off the East Side) You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side (SINISTER) Now I'mma rather ruthless, danger is kinda fellow Born and raised in the muthaf**in ghetto It's fame I want and ya know I might get some But I won't forget where I came from Fool, I can't leave my homeboys strugglin n***a I'm a dog so you know what's happenin (barks) Where I come from find no other place To get no rougher, I'm a South Central muthaf**a Peelin caps is what I do for a living Multiple gunshots wounds is what I'm giving The s**ers who get punked up like a godamned ballon That is when my Gat goes *BOOM* To your cap and peel your sh** back, fool That's what you get for wearin the wrong hat s**ers get wounded Wanna play me like a f**in piano I turn around and play 'em like a banjo I know you didn't think that I can fade ya But I can fade the muthaf**a that fade ya You talk sh** and think you gonna get a pa** You'll slimp and I'mma bank that a** Cause of the Y the O the U the N the G The M the O the double muthaf**in B -Young Mobbs The n***as that don't give a f** Cause a dog is a hog and a punk is a shot Cops that patrole South Central Always talk the sh** but don't know what the f** they get in to Yo, they must want static and I'll spray they a** With the fully automatic AK, fool And I bet that the bulletproof vest won't help you Don't get quiet now, talk up And feel the results of a walk-up You punk muthaf**as better slack up Cause I don't give a f** if you go 'n get your back up Simply a ma**acre a hell of a joy ride I'm tellin you G ya can't f** with the East Side (KIM ARMSTRONG) 3x Bumpin on the East Side Pumpin on the East Side (stay the f** off the East Side) You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side Bumpin on the East Side Pumpin on the East Side (stay the f** off the East Side) You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side