Eastside Ryders (Explicit)

Who run these streets Love Thug Beats
Ruff Spoken Guns Speak Blood Leak
Lug heat for the threat not protection
Not a question Busta Tests I got rest 'em
Catch 'Em Slippin in the hood or the mall
You ain't strapped we can scrap I'm good with the Doggs
F**k Talkin' Chuck Walkin' in my khakis
Rag Swangin' Gang Bangin' n***a brang it at me
Eastsider Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We The n***as holla out the set when we blastin'
Insane 20 gang anything killa
Tracy Davis Hair Raises Goldie Loc The Stealer
Gang Lock Down We Can't Stop Now
Get in the way of villan and Tray spray hot rounds
Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort ain't that a b***h
Here we do this s**t for sport This CRIP
We ridaz keep the heat beside us
Better Not try us Touch ya like Midas
Ruff Rydaz Ride with Eastsidaz
Bustaz bow down to crown the Royal Highness
Well we gonna take your raps and gats stacks and sacks
Dippin with the Jags and 'Lacs
Eastsidaz roll with Ruff Rydaz
Try to step aside us or get right behind us
When I die f**k a moment of silence this is Holiday
Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence
Its an Eastsider Ruff Ryder thing Why you mad at me
Holdin on an AK puffin' on some Cali w**d
Streets is my girl asked her to marry me
Yellow and Purple Ears tryin' to see Shaq's Salary
D Block Gang Ruff Ryder Mafia
Make Sure the bullets hit u cause I stand on top of ya
Bounce like I'm Hydrolics
Hydrolics
And I got n***az in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars
Asked if I'm a gang member F**k nah I'm a gang leader
Boss to the boss and I bang heaters
And you don't wanna see my arm jerk
Cause the work I put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt
And this one is for my Cali n***az
Eastsiders Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally n***az
I never write raps like a song can make me
Trick off my money and let these b***hes break me
Cause I'm a cold piece of gold d**kies saggin in the dirt
Sellin' my double knucks to enhance my work
N***a Q keep it Pimpin I'm 'a keep it Crippin'
Crippin'
Me and Dip Dippin Dogg tha Police Trippin'
I'm an Eastside Ryde or Die n***a
And I believe you fools are some quick to lie n***az
Sippin on Sans call me lil Bit
A down to earth brother Gang Bangin' and rappin'
Fake Blow Joes not hoppin' Lo Lo's
I'm tired of you bustaz and fake C O's
You can ask Deal Dogg Motherf**kin' Scoop
We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops
Look Cuz This game don't give me my cheese
I'm 'a s**t down your thorat with tricks up my sleeve