Eastside Elite

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[Intro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Eastside! Eastside! [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] It's on once again, the Eastside elite In the street, bringin' nothin' but heat The industry ain't ready for bloodletting, no matter the setting Must be done, no regretting, you're losing if you're betting The gunfire, you expire like a flat tire Climbin' the ranks, gettin' higher and higher Movin' on up, I was a quick learner Eastside ridin' elite with the burner [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa] Eastside elite! You can't fuck with mе! Drive-By, the team! And wе still reign supreme! We ride (We blast!) You pump the brakes (We hit the gas!) Guns out the window (We roll past!) Nobody wanna fuck with that! [Verse 2: Anybody Killa] You will never see another fuckin' crew like us Bunch of homies from the hood who just strut they stuff Michigan got somethin' in they water that makes 'em harder Undeground livin', Eastside godfather elite! [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Eastside pride Won't stop 'til the day I die Detroit is the city I love With a mitten, why you bitches wearin' gloves? Get some! [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa] Eastside elite! You can't fuck with me! Drive-By, the team! And we still reign supreme! We ride (We blast!) You pump the brakes (We hit the gas!) Guns out the window (We roll past!) Nobody wanna fuck with that! [Verse 4: Anybody Killa] We the Eastside elite (Yeah!), Detroit baby Home of the wicked; here, we all crazy 7 Mile and [?] up on Reno Street Just a Native bringin' funk who was born in the D You can't fuck with me, I got the mind of a lunatic Super crazy psycho-sick, Anybody Killa, bitch! Rollin' with the same crew I grew up with Old-school attitudes and we all corrupted! [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa] Eastside elite! You can't fuck with me! Drive-By, the team! And we still reign supreme! We ride (We blast!) You pump the brakes (We hit the gas!) Guns out the window (We roll past!) Nobody wanna fuck with that! Eastside elite! You can't fuck with me! Drive-By, the team! And we still reign supreme! We ride (We blast!) You pump the brakes (We hit the gas!) Guns out the window (We roll past!) Nobody wanna fuck with that!
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Credits
- Writers
- Anybody Killa
- Blaze Ya Dead Homie