Eastside Westside Lyrics

This that gangster shit
This that rider shit
This that gangster shit
This that rider shit

I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster

I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider

I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
These hoes be lovin' you, pushin' 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 bitch on my d**k s*ckin' pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry

Yo, I told y'all niggaz 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' hard body like a nigga in Comstock

I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster

I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider

Mr. Telephone Man
The feds is tappin' my line
Every time 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 weed
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese

27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns
Like Qusay and Usay, Saddam's sons

I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster

I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider

Tony Yayo - Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

Aug 2005

1. Intro
2. Homicide
3. It Is What It Is
4. Tattle Teller
5. So Seductive
6. Eastside Westside
7. Drama Setter
8. We Don't Give A F***
9. Pimpin
10. Curious
11. I'm So High
12. Love My Style
13. Project Princess
14. G-S***
15. I Know You Don't Love Me
16. Dear Suzie
17. Live By The Gun