Eastside

Peezy feat. Jim Jones & Philthy Rich

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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 and lost their life about it Shit run deep so I don't sleep plenty nights about it And all the cold nights that we had no heater In the lobby pumping white with a cold heater You know the rules we'd only serve em they knew em But my thoughts (?) he must deserved it if they blew em Must of had it coming to him They said he didn't die had some percs running through him The nigga still lived Now the niggas running to him Trying to kill him where he live The beef never died 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 and I'm (Mussein?) My memory good I take you back to the 80's Momma in the kitchen cooking crack as a baby My block had the (ball?) when they was getting that D The same thing the cheddar boyz I did in the D So we still getting the cheddar like we getting the key In my hood it's not too many that did it like me Well maybe Baby Mayne and my nigga (Lype?) And let's say a pray cuz they died in this vicíous life Hey it's Philthy nigga In my neighborhood I'm a legend Kicked out of school at seven Caught my first case at eleven Now Sheila couldn't raise me and I was her firstborn She ain't had no experience but she was the women scoring Used to live with my teacher My daddy wasn't around He wasn't cheering in the bleachers When I caught my first touchdown Jordan's was too high And my momma 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 runnin through em with no cleats Went to school in North Oakland The only nigga from the East (it's Philthy nigga) 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 n 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) (Peezy) You know sometimes shit get a little rough in life But you know, you gotta stand tall and fight through it all my baby Shit get greater later (Hey) Knew I was special when they birthed me I moved out my momma 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 Goin to school smellin like kerosene Fuck this, it gotta be a better way for me Only east side nigga in the whole school I was forced to share clothes with my old dude My brother worked at champs I wore all the shoes Hardest times of my life and they got harder too I ain't graduate cuz I ain't had shit A nigga balling now that's in the past tense Life gave me limits I made lemonade All they see is niggas shining but don't see the pain