N.S.E.W. (feat. Shawnna, Lil' Fate, Tity Boi & I-20)

Just get on down

Just get on down

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Shit, got a **** gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice

Throw up a deuce, keep my hat banged to the left

And ain't scared to act a fool

So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to

'Cause I bust that shiddit

Dump that Philly, I could back dro with a lac with a 'gnac

Gettin' drunk off in it

Through the Chi like North, (North), South, (South)

**** talk shit put that work in they mouth

In the East, (East), West, (West)

**** bust back put a slug in your chest

'Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter

Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka

Hood of the hustlers and blood suckers

Back in the bricks wit that good

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Yep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp

All them bitches holla'n 'bout is (where them fuckin' dollas at)

Yeah, I got them hoes, I got them Os

I got air phones for those hoes

And yeah, I got white phones, got black phones

I got crack, weed in the floor

So get on the grind, get on some lime

Get on mine, let ya mind take course

Got dip in the ride, switchin the tires

Whippin' the fire 85 Chevy Sport

See if you got 16's, I will make that please you

And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin' up them triz'eys

East side, whole masterfield rainbow

Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow

Good wood, not wastin' that payroll

Five hoes trapped, boys got rapers

My size got air **** rep that

We ride, rock sells and I bet that

Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch

Let a **** know that his head I will bust quick

Some slum **** know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Lil rob fillin' hoes in the parkin' lot

Gimme head while I'm bustin' that two track

It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back

Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book

Dollar Boy, let 'em know how to rip folk

If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though

2-0 represent East side ho

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Hell, I'm up in the club, four whippin' up

Just throwin' up pitch forks to (what, what)

2Pac, I'm a rider, hoppin' out, Gangsta crip disciples (yeah)

Wilin' on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors

Waitin' on a sign to (yeah)

Pull out the gats and attack on them boys

That thought that (they thought it couldn't happen)

They blastin' and screamin', we ain't friends

Ain't no need to pretend (shawty)

Split them ends

For my homey that got killed last weekend

His brains was left leakin' while his body got cold

Now it's y'all life that y'all owe

Time to even the score, case closed

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