gank move" Cruising down 7 mile "Still talkin' shit" Cruising down 7 mile "Suck my dick" Hit the west side 'cause that's where all the hoes at And every
it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side
shit, you better get your wet wipes You know Joey G'd up, I got every stripe I got houses on the side of mountains I'm more fearless than every one of
of control like we begun wid it Bricks explode, licked you out the show That nigga Bump did it I block, like Murdock, army fatigued and, Bout to store
the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side
a lot That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high A liquor store on every corner that you walk by
else to hide)) His hell is just a tomb, resting in the Echo Side. [Chanting x2] Underneath the shadows of the other side of time If there is a hell then
spot 2:55 on the dot, she shows up at 3 O' clock 5 minutes you're on, so you know I Can't wait to stand next to her, side by side It's not like I say
[Verse 1: J-Live] Yo, I grew up on the chill side The no big deal side Where staying alive was no problem The other east side Projects and condos Somewhere
up, ain't no food up in here We live check to check, the projects steps is wet with piss Elevator broke, come fix this shit Mischievous kids steal chips outta the corner store
tempted, cause I been that route Saying father don't let me be tempted I been there before [repeat] [Verse 3:] I'm saying, twist ya thinking caps to the side
m trynna get blown and I'm very comfortably But you rhymin, killin my buzz like a murdered bumble bee King Berry Gordy's the name and I'm kicked stories
stories told ain't no squashin' beef Kevin, Randall, Vernell, Telly, & Chris All my whodi's out tha projects so all my whodi's missed C-P-3 homie i took
lets do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It's a holiday nigga I made it! [Verse 3:]
B, the smooth originator Smooth connaisseur, there's no one truer Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are Able to match my professional blend With Greg Nice by my side
the side of your car. (aaahh!) {HAHA! } Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw. {Whoooooooooooooooo
Cause she can get me off like Cochran Got everybody watchin' Spoiled her daddy still pumpin' He probably thought she'd grow up to get married or something She high class know every store