Testi:
Looking Up East Bank

open our eyes And to really see Of course we all get down on our luck Rebuild and start looking up Go Looking up Looking up Looking up Looking up

, burn you up in the sun In the beginning there was doubt in your opinion Slept on the trio, but now look who's grinnin All the way to the bank to make

I think he just said no [Murphy Lee] 1993 creation for steps of born leezys Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers Church only on easter, ignore the preacher Do the grown up

gots me fucked up So the first thang that I would like to say is West Up! To my motherfuckin' Damu down Figueroa, the Mafioso My East Side nigga Mango be up

Come out the back room with a munchies and forget to flush My shit's so dope I need to clean my urine samples Stick a bankie up my ass and sell it singing

up a little bit Turn my music up Yea Yea Uh uh uh uh uh uh Turn me up [Verse 1: Hell Rell] I heard you want to get a nigga shot and you putting up 20

through some shit turned it all around and now my bank account likes oh shit could have took the coke route, heroin boy dope route chevy gets dressed up

up ya daughter or droppin' off ya son 'Cuz criminals got bullets and dyin' to share some When ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down You might look

Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball. Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on my green stuff, what did I look up and saw? All the police