East 1999

East 1999, my niggas!

Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89

Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime

With two in here, steady stackin' my ends

Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9

Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real

Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone

Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong

Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love

Kept a nigga on his toes in the game

It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang

Gotta make a grand at least daily, man

Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart

We niggas from the land fool, and the old school

Just serve out your sentence and be cool

Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace

Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love

Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug

Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up

In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one

With your gun, so run, run

Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from

Slangin' them dum-dums

Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town

Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)

Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga

Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer

Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper

Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks

Cops sweatin' me block

Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop

Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve

Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it

See none when they roll to the curb

Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land

My niggas, it's crazy

We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily

Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)

It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray

Eternally thugsta

East 1999 where (???)

Gotta give P's to them SCT's

And I roll, big thug on the Glock

Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops

Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose

Rippin' up flesh with six blows

Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters

Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn

And I guess that hood'll never learn

Gotta dip both them ones in sherm

When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me

Roll up the window

The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?

Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty

Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'

No fuckin' with the family

Now feel a nigga, understand me

Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs

East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs

Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun

They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung

Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch

Trick niggas they get picked

I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness

Consider me heartless

Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check

Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect

To them SCT's from C-L-E

We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side

And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims

The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'

And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'

We flippin' the scripts on over

See the Bone'll be never sober

Niggas told you, triggers showed you

East 9-9-5 soldiers

Murder one, redrum

Try to run and get away, but it's just too late

Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face

Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool

Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews

Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool

One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven

Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'

Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'

Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'

Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run

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