Lyrics

[Intro] Dipset, Jones! Huh How G is this? Gangsta [Jim Jones] How G is this? Gangsta [Killa Cam] How G is this? Gangsta [Santana] How G is this? Gangsta [Freeky!] How G is this? Gangsta [DipSet!] How G is this? Gangsta [DipSet!] How G is this? Gangsta [It's Dipset!] [Hook 1] I'm from this other side where brothers ride You bangin' over these colors, right? [Brraaat] Get caught up on the wrong turf and you a bitch They goin' up in your skirt [Nigga's pussy] And life, man The stakes is high Cause my niggas tryna eat, and The price of the steak is high But my niggas ain't gonn' settle for no Cheese steaks and fries [Nope!] Every nigga in my ghetto Could you please relate to I? [Holla at me] You see the boys that police chase to ride, and [Fuck Squally] Speak no name in the [?] train [Screw police] Dangerous ground where gang'uhs get found [Brrrat Brrrat] Slumped, slain; with their brains on the ground [news flash!] I've been through the marathon, and singing the saddest song [Struggle continues] And crime ain't go'n stop if you speak to Minister Farrakhan [?] How could you wack somebody to a tone [screw that] When we grew up hard body, and No body was at home? [Where's my mother at?] So, of course, we plagued the lobby with the chrome And my city filled with thugs Place Gotti on the throne [RIP], or Niggas like Fritz, to get it like Rich [Harlem!] And I would'a said Alpo But the nigga's a SNITCH [Don't respect that!] I'm from the projects where the B's ride hard Taft and Foster where they breathe 5 Stars, and Task Force in their Capris try hard, to get you Trapped and caught on a 3 to 9 charge. [Fuck the judge] Convicted to sales, restricted to jails [8x10], I guess my Vision just failed, but this isn't hell Shit [Hook 2] In every ghetto, niggas hanging just like us, and uh If beef come, they think "Ain't no thing." and just go'n bust But I don't know what the fuck they thought Them niggas go'n bang, just like us, and uh Rep they set for their gang, and this I trust. [East Side!] I'm from where we get drunk and wild blunted [Harlem!] This is Harlem, y'all, aka the Wild Hundreds! [B-B-Brraaat] [Outro] J-eah! DipSet, you know what it is. Capo status! How real is...that? G's up! [laugh] You heard me! East Side! It's your boy, Jones. Dipset [That's right] New York's rider man, tri-state bandit [Capo!] 50 State Rebels, you know what it is My slogan; "Fuck a button up, I'm never shuttin' up." [Til the wheels fall off!] Government'll never stop me, ya herd! Dipset, Killa, holla at me Juelz Santana, Freeky Zeeky, they can't stop em Hell Rell come home, free Shiek Ali [G-G-G] You know what it is, all my soilders behind the G-wall, keep your head up and your eyes open [G-Jo-G] I'll see you when you get out here. Til then? Inhale, exhale, shakin' nuts, nigga, no homo I'm outta this biya-ya-itch G's up. East Side! How G is this....gangsta