Eastside

Lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] (Wood on the beat) Uh From the Eastside of the D all the way out to Harlem My Seminary niggas, my East Oakland niggas, what's up? Got some niggas down in Houston that still screw they music and love to sip lean, you heard me? Miami niggas, sak pase, you know the rest Huh, we out here [Verse 1: Jim Jones] I don't use pens, but let me write about it I got niggas in the pen that's doing life about it Niggas that I won't see again that lost they life about it Shit run deep, so I don't sleep plenty nights about i And all the cold nights that we had no heater In the lobby pumping white with a cold heater You know the rules, we only serve 'em if they knew 'em But my thoughts then, "He must deserve it if they blew him" Must've had it coming to him They said he didn't die, had some percs running through him The nigga still lived Now them niggas running to him tryna kill him where he live The beef never die, they even drilling at they kids Shit, but we was guaranteed to hit the target Cops come, shit, we guaranteed to hit the projects Running fast, bitch, I hit the steps like Usain Now this nigga pull up to the 'jects in that Mulsanne My memory good, I'll take you back to the Eighties Mama in the kitchen cooking crack as a baby My block had the bomb when they was getting that D The same thing the cheddar boys had did in the D So we still get the cheddar like we getting a ki' In my hood it's not too many that ever did it like me Shit, or maybe Baby Mane and my nigga Light Now say a prayer 'cause they died in this vicious life, ah [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Yeah, it's Philthy, nigga, look, look In my neighborhood I'm a legend Kicked out of school at 7, caught my first case at 11 Now Sheila couldn't raise me and I was her first born She ain't have no experience, but she was a woman scorn Used to live with my teacher, my daddy wasn't around He wasn't cheering in the bleachers when I caught my first touchdown And Jordans was too high, my mama wouldn't give me nothing My step daddy was too high, he was smoking up all the money A product of the streets, I was running through 'em with no cleats Went to school in North Oakland, the only nigga from the East Never went to class, I used to play the hallways That's where I met my first love, we still friends to this day No cap and gown, I graduated from the corner Real nigga resume, take the place of my diploma Addicted to the block and in love with the streets Moral to the story, if you believe you can achieve It's Philthy [Interlude: Peezy] You know, sometimes shit get a lil' rough in life But, you know, you gotta stand strong and fight through it all, my baby Shit get greater later, ayy [Verse 3: Peezy] Knew I was special when they birthed me I moved out my mama crib at thirteen Roaches in the fruity pebbles when we go to eat You ain't seen no shit like this in your worst dreams Moved to my granny crib on the West She ain't have a lot, but she did her best Go to school smelling like kerosene Fuck this, it gotta be a better way for me Only Eastside nigga in the whole school I was forced to share clothes with my old dude My brother worked at Chaps, I wore all the shoes Hardest times of my life and they got harder too I ain't graduate 'cause I ain't have shit A nigga balling now, that's in the past tense Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade All they see is niggas shining but don't see the pain