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Tha Eastsidaz - Connected lyrics
f/ Kokane, Mobb Deep [Prodigy] Come on man, Eastsidaz [Goldie Loc] Eastside... [Prodigy] Infamous Mobb [Tray Deee] Infamous Mobb Deep [Verse 1 - Prodigy, Tray Deee] Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its 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 wit these and talkin Fuck it, I'll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom These niggas gon learn to respect the P-Dub I don't take no shit off of nobody No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied Thats 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 Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G [Tray Deee] 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 B.G.s to keep it goin In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise Big boys play wit 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 Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas You other muthafuckas can't concieve our structures The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P. Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks Stay mashin on bustas not givin a fuck [Chorus - Snoop Dogg, Kokane] Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep We connected From the West to the East Connected Oh what you got beef? Connected Run up on ya while ya sleep Stay connected My nephews play wit keeps We connected From the West to the East Connected Blast ya ass in the streets We connected Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep Stay connected For life [Kokane] Yeah (repeat 30X) [Verse 2 - Havoc, Goldie Loc] [Havoc] Connect wit my dogs be that serious shit Serious things when M-O-B 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, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy Fuck around and you'll be up in the morgue Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin 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 missin nigga QB and we trully, 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 wit, its what you up in the club but yo [Goldie Loc] Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s Tryna take mines, you'll be a dead muthafucka Come up short, wit yo life on support Burnin 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 Its somethin about bein a cold blooded killa I'm bananas my nigga, like a black ass guerilla I'm G'd up, smokin all the muthafuckin weed up Drinkin on a full cup nigga [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, defintely connected How you love that? Uh, like I said you can't spell the West wit 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 |
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