Eastside

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I don't use pens, but let me write about it
I got niggas in the pen that's doing life for [?]
Niggas that I won't see again, that lost they life about it
Shit run deep, so I don't sleep [?]
And all the cold nights that we had no heater
In the lobby [?] white with a cold heater
You know the rules, we only serve them if they knew them
[?] if they blew him
Must have had it coming to him, they said he didn't die
Had some perks running through him
[?]
Tryna kill him where he live
The beef never die, they even drilling at the kid
We was guarantied to make [?]
[?] guarantied to hit the profit
Running fast bitch, I hit the steps like Usain
Now this nigga pull up to the [?] and I'm [?]
My memory good, I'll take you back to the 80's
Mama in the kitchen, cooking crack as a baby
[?] when they was getting that D
The same thing the [?] did in the D
So we still get the chetter, like we getting the keef
And my hood is [?]
[?] life
Now say a prayor [?]

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
In my neighborhood I'm a legend
Kicked out of school at 7, caught my first case at 11
Now [?] and I was her first born
[?] but she was a woman scorned
Used to live with my teacher, my daddy wasn't around
Wasn't chearing in the bleachers when I caught my first touchdown
[?] my mama wouldn't give me nothing
My stepdaddy was too high, he was smoking up all the money
A prodict of the streets, I was running through them with no cleets
Went to school in North Oakland, the only nigga from the east
Never went to class, I used to play in the hallways
Where I met my first love, we still friends to this day
No cap and goun, graduated from the corner
Real nigga resume take the place of my deploma
Addicted to the block, and in love with the streets
Moral to the story, if you believe, you can acheav

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Knew I was special when they birthed me
I moved to my mama crib at 13
Roaches in the fruity pebbles when we go to eat
You ain't seen no shit like this in your worst dreams
Moved to my granny crib on the west
She ain't have a lot, but she did her best
Go to school smelling like [?]
Fuck this, there gotta be a better way for me
Only eastside nigga in the whole school
I was forsed to share clothes with my old dude
My brother worked at Chaps, I wore all the shoes
Hardest times of my life, they got harder too
I ain't graduate, cause I ain't had shit
But nigga balling now, that's in the past tence
Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade
All they see is niggas shining, they don't see the pain