Jim Jones, Dave East - Eastside lyrics
[Jim Jones, Dave East - Eastside lyrics]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go eastside
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll
Winter cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize
100 keys'll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it
The grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall
Crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no LeBron sneaks
My palms read cash in my future days
Thinking about my past life
Model bitch'll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal
I just didn't get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause
I ain't been to court yet
30 bricks'll have you paranoid
Just like raw sex
Used to do Gore Tex, come to Harlem
We all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body
Think it's the Nile tom Ford flight jacket
Prices ain't coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips
Turnpike with a couple pounds
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted
They just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen
I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and
Took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass
When he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10
I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim
Now he making salat, chill
It's a queen B in the Supreme J's
Cross where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I'm talking Big's verse one is
Where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad
I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a
L's copped the white Spur that
I just bought in black
I took the rental down south
I never brought it back
I'm calling plays in the
Field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz
But I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I'm hopping out the back but
They handle is mean i used to dribble but I
Still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot
Let me work bitch I'm not a preacher but
Lord knows this is church
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted
They just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen
I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and
Took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass
When he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10
I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim
Now he making salat, chill
Step 5 we admit it to our higher power
To ourselves, and to another human being
The exact nature of our wrongs
Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack
You don't hear no dope hardly you
Don't hear no coke anymore hardly
The only thing you hear, crack-crack
Harlem you know how that go eastside
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll
Winter cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize
100 keys'll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it
The grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall
Crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no LeBron sneaks
My palms read cash in my future days
Thinking about my past life
Model bitch'll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal
I just didn't get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause
I ain't been to court yet
30 bricks'll have you paranoid
Just like raw sex
Used to do Gore Tex, come to Harlem
We all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body
Think it's the Nile tom Ford flight jacket
Prices ain't coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips
Turnpike with a couple pounds
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted
They just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen
I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and
Took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass
When he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10
I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim
Now he making salat, chill
It's a queen B in the Supreme J's
Cross where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I'm talking Big's verse one is
Where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad
I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a
L's copped the white Spur that
I just bought in black
I took the rental down south
I never brought it back
I'm calling plays in the
Field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz
But I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I'm hopping out the back but
They handle is mean i used to dribble but I
Still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot
Let me work bitch I'm not a preacher but
Lord knows this is church
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted
They just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen
I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and
Took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass
When he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10
I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim
Now he making salat, chill
Step 5 we admit it to our higher power
To ourselves, and to another human being
The exact nature of our wrongs
Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack
You don't hear no dope hardly you
Don't hear no coke anymore hardly
The only thing you hear, crack-crack