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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Performer
Anthony Chatman Jr
Anthony Chatman Jr
Performer
Quin Jaye
Quin Jaye
Horn
Dan Seeff
Dan Seeff
Performer
Shaggy
Shaggy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Seeff
Dan Seeff
Songwriter
Anthony Chatman Jr
Anthony Chatman Jr
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
John Groover
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Orville Burrell
Orville Burrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Christopher Anthems
Christopher Anthems
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Anthony Chatman Jr
Anthony Chatman Jr
Producer
Dan Seeff
Dan Seeff
Producer
Tyler Crawford
Tyler Crawford
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Now I can think of
There be no peace in the east
[Verse 1]
A hundred shots
Sometimes we wanna roll, sometimes we wanna rock
Bullets hit him pon his top
My own smoke, a bunch of Glocks
Rolling up the ganja dem, thug life like Pac 'n 'em
Bad mon no chat with them
Fifty shot me walkin' 'em
[Verse 2]
Damn, **** tryna stick me for my dollar bills
Understand you hype, but ma, you gotta chill
They watchin' still
D. E. A. on my D-I-C, ven aqui
Can I speak about retreats on foreign land, exotic suites?
Elevators to the kitchen, chef from Kingstown
Million dollar deals is all I'm thinking
She look Black, but she Belizean
He was selling product until they shot him for no reason
If the cops don't catch you speedin', pray your opps will never leave you
Never stretch you, someone test you, stick with God, he undefeated
A bunch of stars in different cars, a hundred broads that I could sleep with
A couple spirits got my back, it ain't no stoppin' us
The Rollie presidential, but I ain't got no time to politic
[Chorus]
Them can hold we
None of them pussy they can't hold us
They can't control we
Pussy them can't control us
Them can't hold me now
Them can't hold me now
Ain't no peace with the east
There's no peace with the east
[Verse 3]
Play it because enemy mi song nuh miss
Nah fi roll wit an army selah fi no say fi me nah take no diss
Man ah born Jamaica know we are warriors we fight with fists
A woman meh say meh lovin' them warm with wine and sugar their lips
Man let me tell uno this
Man afi live like a king in a the earth, ah dat we say
Not afi waste a work pon a work, a raunch wi deh
Gal dem love me, sing a shot
No ina deh fuckry, Shaggy said dat
[Verse 4]
They been taking pictures of me lately, I'm a target
I carry my father every time I walk through Harlem
Me and Bully hit the highway just to get it started
A million dollars later, still get my boxers from Target
Dirty money, only stay dirty until you wash it
Invest in something legal, thought about that in my apartment
Impala from the auction, think I might have paid a grand for it
China white plates in Auntie kitchen, we put grams on it
Said it so I stand on it
Murda dem, violate, we service them
Audacity, the nerve of them
Act like I don't deserve the win
Love you for the moment, then the hate come out
Watch how sick they get, you park a Lambo or the Wraith come out
I walk through the trenches, sat on benches, all my chains was out
Drugs and money, just be careful, know that that's a dangerous route
A lot of us won't make it out
They watch every move, learn how to fake 'em out
Got **** doin' life, ain't get to live, wish I could break 'em out
[Chorus]
Them can hold we
None of them pussy they can't hold us
They can't control we
Pussy them can't control us
Them can't hold me now
Them can't hold me now
Ain't no peace with the east
There's no peace with the east
Written by: Anthony Chatman Jr, Dan Seeff, David Brewster, John Groover, Khalil Abdul Rahman, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Orville Richard Burrell
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