Kokane, Tha Eastsidaz, Mobb Deep - Connected lyrics

Come on man, Eastsidaz

Eastside

Infamous Mobb

Infamous Mobb Deep

Out the muthafuckin' depths of New York
It's P you couldn't get close enough to
Even touch the kid if you did
You wouldn't get far enough to bag
I put my guns to work on your bitch ass
Hold up, niggas fuckin' up the game
Put my name in statements
Cooperating with these and talkin' fuck it
I'll still buck em and
Gamble with my freedom
These niggas gonna learn to respect the P-Dub
I don't take no shit off of nobody
No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party


Let's not test my gangsta
That's how you get bodied
That's how hearts get took
Pride get damaged lives is shedded
Fuckin' wit these east side niggas
We teach y'all niggas 'bout
This murder shit
We got Trey Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P
Kokane and my nigga Snoop D-O double G

Big hitters, wig splitters
Give niggas the blues
Fools loud mouth we all
About spittin' them tools
From the coast of the locs
Were the Gs was born
And we raise up BGs to keep it goin'
In the alleys, not the valleys
Killa Cali the zone
Long Beach bringin' heat takin'
Off when it's on
Killa daventry bringin heat takin
Off when it's on fuck pretty
Come gritty when we bring the noise
Big boys play for keeps when
We bring the toys
Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz
Come back for ya homies as
You gettin ya dirt dug
Congregating, operating Gs and hustlers
You other muthafuckers can't
Conceive our structure the DPGC
The M-O-B-B strictly eastside and
We ride on GP
Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks
Stay mashing on busters not giving a fuck

Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep we connected
From the West to the East connected
Oh what you got beef? Connected
Run up on ya while you sleep stay connected
My nephews play for keeps we connected
From the West to the East connected
Blast your ass in the streets we connected
Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep stay connected
For life

Connect with my dogs be that serious shit
Serious things when MOB and 'sidaz bang
Ice and chains
Be best that you hide those thangs
And pressure to that ass
We apply those thangs
Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours
Its a cold cold world nigga it's Doggy Dogg
Better walk or crawl
(for real) , cause on the real homeboy
Fuck around and you'll be up in the morgue
Moms praising the lord
Rev painting the picture
Of a wise young man who
Didn't get the picture
We keep it gangsta nigga don't
Get it twisted nigga cross me nigga
You'll wind up a missing nigga
QB and we truly rep for ours
Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips
When it came to this game
Though we changed the shit
And fuck who you with
It's what you up in the club but yo

Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s
Tryna take mines
You'll be a dead motherfucker
Come up short, with your life on support
Burning rubber down the street in
A black super spoke fo' pokes to the neck
Five sticks to the dome
Gun powder on my clothes when I
Smacked him in his nose
Real talk, show you how to walk the walk
All black all times when I scheme and stalk
It's something about being a
Cold blooded killer i'm bananas my nigga
Like a black ass gorilla i'm G'd up
Smoking all the motherfucking weed up
Drinking on a full cup nigga

Yeah, defintely connected how you love that?
Uh, like I said you can't spell
The West with out the ES
East side up Eastsidaz from QB to the LB
You see what I see and G how I G feel me?
Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the
Old fashioned way alchemist
Uh, yeah yay