East Coast REMIX (feat. Busta Rhymes, A$AP Rocky, Dave East, French Montana, Rick Ross & Snoop Dogg)

Run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

This that East Coast motherfucker

Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker

Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

Y'all already know that I don't gotta talk

Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it

Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em

Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid

Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit

Every second bitch I gotta use it

Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot

Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it

And I make niggas jump in the back

Niggas up, she in the back of the truck

Little mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck

When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club

And we do this shit again my nigga pronto

Bip-de-boo-da-badda beat it like a bongo

Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo

Head game crazy that nigga the head honcho

Mad because I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?

Somebody better call the cops yo

Before we run up the side that niggas, lil' condo

Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo? cargo!)

Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)

Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)

Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)

Let us wallow, niggas know we're in the house (stay fit)

East Coast! (Nigga)

10031 is where my zip is

Living how I live up in the trenches

Run through a bodega like I ain't got riches

Run through a bodega like I ain't got (come on)

Don't do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches

My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas

Ya all now and later and sweet ass-niggas

Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss

Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)

I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg (ja)

"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg (ja)

Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?

Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?

New York, New York, I run for dirt

On Hungry Ham up on the corner

Fiends taste the lean, they never sober

For being in the streets to run a culture

I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah

Who's that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?

I'm finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah flow, brah

I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah (flow, brah)

In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia

I love the East but shout out to every coast, brah

South to North and even West Coast, brah (common)

Blacking like I'm fresh out from retirement

My flow still monumental

Mental, couldn't ride an instrumental but they riding dick

I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen

Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the I in his

His posse too clean (I), his diamonds like tip (I)

His skin too clear (I), his bitch gon' stare

So mind your biz, how they find the time for money mine

I find these college chicks for top with Kylie's lips

Oh my, oh my (running)

Running, running like you want it (running)

Running, running like you stole it (running)

Running, running like I'm going (wooh)

Running, pitching like I'm bowling (wooh)

In my city gangs run the inner city

Load a semi for the Chiddy Bang

Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties

Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

Lately I feel like a Beatle

I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino

Moscato or Pinot

I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat (phenomenon)

I'm more Ali than Muhammad

My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds (go go)

I got some shooters in college

I feel like a coach, I'm recruiting and signing

Look, I still be moving in silence

I'm balling in blue like I'm hooping in Dallas (balling)

Bitch, I don't play for no Mavericks

You need to think who gon' pay for your casket (hoe)

Ignorant bastard

But I'm still conscious (ha) enough to give hope to the masses (ha)

Watch the coke do gymnastics (inside)

Dominique Hawkins, foreign my car (ha) when I'm mashing

Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down (down)

Your bitch busting it down (down), game up fucking it now (now)

I could be a jeweler (jew), neck I slick the ruler (rule)

You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (Harmony)

KRS-One, Big L flows (flows)

Son of a gun with the Buffalo (lo)

Head on my wrist is a P1 (one)

Made more money than E1 (one)

One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)

Get the money slide like a violin (violin)

You know my nigga Max almost home? (home)

You know we run the East Coast zone, nigga?

In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary

And I wish that blood did dent me, I'ma get your brother buried

Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone

Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz's Angels

Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it

And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment

Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty

No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder's fee

Following my frequency, niggas rapping weak to weak

Suckers be so weak to me, text but don't speak to me

You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry

Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up

This that East Coast motherfucker

But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to earth

Bottles sipping, love the birth, young nigga that's doing dirt

Long Beach across my shirt, all ya all niggas gon get merged

What the fuck is you talking about?

Me and Ferg, we gon put in work

Bang on ya gang culture, out of this world

It's all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?

Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot

Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop

Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay

This is anybody K, California all day

Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band

Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam

Long Beach, popping pill on em

I been working so hard, nigga get your bale on

I been working so hard, niggas put the sales on

I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone

See I'm from Long Beach

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)

Fuck that shit, we get turned 'til the sun is up

All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up (Long Beach)

This that East Coast motherfucker ('Cause this is Long Beach)

Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker

West Coast