Swervin' Thru the Eastside
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Win, lose or draw in the hood I'm squabbin' up
It's A-K all day if you didn't know
Anybody Killa real niggas tote 44's Eastside Franklin's
It's nothin' hard for the tighter bout Russian roulette with the Tech
And I blew your brains out, I got the hollow points in the knee
And I'm aimin' them right at your dome
So I can split your fuckin' cranium
My nigga gots no heart so don't be lookin' for mercy from me, see
It's Anybody Killa Eastside W.S.C.G
And swervin' through the Eastside with gats
Commitin' loc'd out treacherous terrorist acts
I'm headhuntin' with an axe just to catch a sly slippin'
You askin' for a pass you gets nothin' cause I'm set trippin' cuz
You better bring your hard hat
Cause if you don't you're guaranteed to get your wig cracked
So watch your back for Big Freeze
Cause I ride, nationwide, Eastside crippin' nigga ride
40 To my mouth, gold D's on a glass house
I hit the front back for my niggas to smash out
I got the chrome so let me get my roll on
First nigga I see set trip, they gettin' gone
No joke, I come through on them hundred spokes
Cool-Aid stay swervin', high off that indo smoke
Me and Cool-Aid in a drop top from backside to side
Doing motion with the do' straight suicide
Suckin' on indo, givin' them my flow show
Hoppin' up and down the street like young gigolos
Tailwind draggin', blue Dickies saggin'
Sippin' on gin and birdseed raggin'
Now what bitch should I take to the snooty
Open up my black book to find some booty
Picked her up, ran game, now I toss the bitch
That's how me and Cool-Aid switch
Hopped in the Chevy, did a dose, said I'll see you soon
Left her with the key to the room
Now we movin' down 103, feelin' kinda good
Bumpin' to some niggas that's beefin' with the neighborhood
Snatchin' the key up out the plug and
We're stickin' my head out the window
Tellin' Insane to grab my shirt
Servin' a fool yellin' "Now watch loc"
Cool-Aid hittin' the switch, gettin' ghost in the gun smoke
I love it when I'm rippin' and I'm ridin'
While Franklin crips swervin' to the Eastside
Goin' down 103rd drinkin' on Thunderbird
Mixed with the Hennessey and focused on my enemy
I got a fatty in my mouth and I'm swervin'
Toughline bullets to your face is what I'm servin'
Baby Half Dead creepin' out the cut
And only ridin' with killers because my niggas got nuts
I'm a motherfuckin' loc at this crip shit fool
Much love to my niggas from the East and the Deuce
Waitin' on the function just to serve 'em
Then I skate them D's through the Eastside swervin'
Walk-by's is my specialty so you niggas better take cover
When you see your Uncle Half Dead, number one
Who be rippin' out tongues
And goin' up in bitches with shotguns
The type of shit that I kick automatic
Labels me as an uncontrollable lunatic
With the appetite for killin' to the point
Where niggas blood be drippin' from the ceiling
Makin' niggas family weep
From the aftermath of the streets we be infectin' for real
Under breath, friend of the devil, that does surgery
On niggas and bitches, scrape 'em with a shovel
To suffocate they ass with pebbles
As I cut off the heads to playa gang and marks
Niggas can't tell I'm not normal, I do harmful shit
To you and your whole clique
Even your bitch when I wanna leave you smellin' roaches
The piss shit, just playin' this gangsterism apocalypse
Me and my nigga Baby Half Dead hit the crime
Sippin' on Cognac, we lay niggas permanently on they back
With a special kind of gat that's called a Mac-10
That's most in use by niggas like us
Who's runnin' Franklin Square
Because I am the type of nigga who would kill your mother
Even if she's rollin' in a wheelchair
When I'm swervin' to the Eastside
Watch out to my nigga Dopey Loco, my nigga Rusty Loco
And all my niggas who are incarcerated in CMC
East and West and in Ironwood State
Crips, from this original criminal crew
Half Dead, the swangin' crip gang niggas
And my nigga Tiny Half Dead, and young Baby Capone
Rest in peace niggas, I'm West Loc'd out gang and I'm outta here nigga