Eastside Westside

This that gangster s*it (uh-huh)
This that rider s*it (uh-huh)
This that gangster s*it (uh-huh)
This that rider s*it [Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I got killers on the
Eastside.. and killers on the
Westside Down
South ****** they feel me
New York ****** wanna kill me -
CAUSE I'M
A GANGSTER!
I got killers on the
Eastside.. and killers on the
Westside Southside ****** they feel me
New York ****** wanna kill me -
CAUSE I'M
A RIDER! [Tony Yayo]
I'm in that black
Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and
I s*ine like
Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pus*in a vehicle
Picked her up in my
BMW 760 in a
Nautica color
When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top
Lex Yo I'm rich so
I move in layers, hits make new careers
That's why your ***** on my **** suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like
Tackleberry
Yo I told y'all ****** we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
Half a mill' deal
I signed with
Reebok Goin hardbody like a ***** in
Comstock [Chorus] [Tony Yayo]
Mr. Telephone
Man, the feds is tappin my line
Everytime
I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a
Motorola,
Sprint and
NexTel The feds got a hit when
I'm makin my next sale -
I'm hot 645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had ****
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich *****, but
I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated
AK's, stupid guns
Like Qusay and
Usay *, Saddam's sons [Chorus]