Eastside Ryders
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 aint strapped, we can scrap,
Im good with the
Doggs *** *****
Talkin, Chuck
Walkin in my khakis
Rag Swangin,
Gang Bangin ******** brang it at me
Eastsider,
Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We The ********s holla out the set when we blastin
Insane 20 gang, anything killa,
Tracy Davis,
Hair Raises,
Goldie Loc
The Stealer
Gang Lock
Down, We Cant
Stop Now,
Get in the way of villan and
Tray spray hot rounds
Suckas chose thuggin as a last resort, aint that a ************?
Here we do this ************t for sport
This CRIP [Chorus]
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 [Styles]
When I die, ******** 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 ********
Streets is my girl, asked herto marry me
Yellow and
Purple Ears, tryin to see
Shaqs Salary
D-Block Gang,
Ruff Ryder
Mafia, Make
Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya
Bounce like
Im Hydrolics (Hydrolics),
And i got ********z in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars
Asked if Im a gang member?
******** nah,
Im a gang leader
Boss to the boss and
I bang heaters
And you dont 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 ********z
Eastsiders,
Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally ********z [Chorus] [Goldie Loc]
I never write raps like a song can make me
Trick off my money and let these **** **** break me
Cause Im a cold piece of gold, ************ies saggin in the dirt
Sellin my double knucks, to enhance my work
* ******* Q keep it
Pimpin, Im a keep it
Crippin (Crippin)
Me and Dip
Dippin, Dogg tha
Police Trippin
Im an Eastside
Ryde or Die
******** And
I believe you fools are some quick to lie ********z
Sippin on
Sans call me lil
Bit A down to earth brother,
Gang Bangin and rappin
Fake Blow
Joes not hoppin
Lo-Los Im tired of you bustaz and fake
C-Os You can ask
Deal Dogg,
Mother******
Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops
Look Cuz,
This game dont give me my cheese,
Im a ************t down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve [Chorus]