Eastside Ryders (Explicit)

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 ain't strapped we can scrap I'm good with the Doggs

F**k Talkin' Chuck Walkin' in my khakis

Rag Swangin' Gang Bangin' n***a brang it at me

Eastsider Ruff Ryder loved by the masses

We The n***as holla out the set when we blastin'

Insane 20 gang anything killa

Tracy Davis Hair Raises Goldie Loc The Stealer

Gang Lock Down We Can't Stop Now

Get in the way of villan and Tray spray hot rounds

Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort ain't that a b***h

Here we do this s**t for sport This CRIP

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

When I die f**k 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 w**d

Streets is my girl asked her to marry me

Yellow and Purple Ears tryin' to see Shaq's Salary

D Block Gang Ruff Ryder Mafia

Make Sure the bullets hit u cause I stand on top of ya

Bounce like I'm Hydrolics

Hydrolics

And I got n***az in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars

Asked if I'm a gang member F**k nah I'm a gang leader

Boss to the boss and I bang heaters

And you don't 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 n***az

Eastsiders Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally n***az

I never write raps like a song can make me

Trick off my money and let these b***hes break me

Cause I'm a cold piece of gold d**kies saggin in the dirt

Sellin' my double knucks to enhance my work

N***a Q keep it Pimpin I'm 'a keep it Crippin'

Crippin'

Me and Dip Dippin Dogg tha Police Trippin'

I'm an Eastside Ryde or Die n***a

And I believe you fools are some quick to lie n***az

Sippin on Sans call me lil Bit

A down to earth brother Gang Bangin' and rappin'

Fake Blow Joes not hoppin' Lo Lo's

I'm tired of you bustaz and fake C O's

You can ask Deal Dogg Motherf**kin' Scoop

We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops

Look Cuz This game don't give me my cheese

I'm 'a s**t down your thorat with tricks up my sleeve