Swervin’ Thru the Eastside

[Intro x2]
(?) in the hood, I'm squabbin' up

[Verse 1: Big Freeze]:
It's AK all day if you didn't know, Anybody Killa real niggas tote 44
Eastside Franklins is dumpin' hard for the tighter bout
Russian roulette with the TEC (boo-yah!) and I blew your brains out
I got the hollow points in a Nin' and I'm aimin 'em
Right at yo' dome so I can split yo' fuccin' cranium
A nigga gots no heart so, don't be lookin' for mercy, from me C
It's Anybody Killa, Eastside WFCG
He swervin' through the Eastside with gats committin' loc'd out treacherous terrorist acts
I'm in the hunt with a X just to catch you Slobs slippin'
You askin' for a pass, you gets nothing 'cause I'm set trippin', cuz
You better bring your hard hat
'Cause if you don't you're guaranteed to get your wig cracced
So watch your back with Big Freeze 'cause I ride, Nationwide
Eastside crippin', nigga, riiight
Bitch

[Chorus]:
(?) in the hood, I'm squabbin' up x2
Swervin' through the Eastside

[Verse 2: Koollay & Bigg Cixx Pac (King Saten 400)]:
40 to my mouf, gold D's on the glasshouse
I hit the front back for my niggas to smash out
I got the chrome so let me get my roll on
First nigga I see set trip they gettin' gone
No, no joke, I come thru on them hunnid spokes
Koollay stay swervin', high off that indo smoke
Me and Koollay in a drop top front, bacc, side to side
Doin' mojo with the ghost straight suicide
Succin' on indo, givin' 'em my flow show
Hoppin' up and down the street like young Juggalos
Tailwind draggin', blue Dickies saggin'
Sippin' on Gin and 'Bird C-raggin'
Now what bitch should I take to the snootie
Open up my black boot to find some booty
Picked her up when again now I coast the bitch (Hahahahaha)
'Cause I'm in and Koollay switch
Hopped in the Chevy did a doop said "I see ya soon" (Bye-bye!)
Numb her with the key to the room
Now we movin' down 103 feelin' kinda good
Other than some niggas that's beefin' with the neighborhood
Snatchin' the key, about to put in work
Stickin' my head out the window tellin' Insane to grab my shirt
Servin' the fools yellin' all right so (All right, Blood!)
Koollay hittin' the switch gettin' ghost and the gunsmoke
I love it when I'm rippin' and I'm ridin'
Watts Franklin Crips swervin' through the Eastside

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Baby Half Dead]:
Goin' down 103rd, drinkin' a Thunderbird
Mixed with the Hennessy and focused on my enemies
I got a fatty in my mouth and I'm swervin'
Toughline bullets to your face is what I'm servin'
Baby Half Dead creepin' out the cut
And only ridin' with killas because my niggas got nuts
I'm a mothafuccin' Loc at this Crip shit, fool
Much love to my niggas from the East and the Deuce
Waitin' on the front to jump and serve 'em
Then I skate them D's to the Eastside swervin', nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Half Dead]:
Walk-by sees with specialty so you niggas better take cover when you see your uncle Half Dead
Number one, who be rippin' out tongues, it's gonna rape bitches with shotguns, this type o' shit, that I kicc
Automatic flames with [?], uncontrollable lunatic
With the appetite for killin' to the front
With niggas blood be drippin' from the ceilin', makin' niggas' families grieve
Run the aftermath in the streets sweeper and Front Street reaper
Under bitch standing them down with the dust
Surgery on niggas to bitches, scrape them with the shovel
After take they ass with pebbles
As they come off the hess to play hangin' marbles niggas tellin' not normal
I dig for six to you and your whole clicc
Even your bitch when I wanna leave you swellin'
[?] you piece of shit, this plan is gangsterism
Apocalypse, me and my nigga Baby Half Dead
Hit the chronic, sippin' on Cognac
We're layin' niggas permanently on they back
With the stress kinda [?] call up MAC-10
'Cause most is used by niggas like us
Who's tryna front with Square Crip
Because an anon type of nigga who would kick him on the [?] is just rollin' in a wheelchair, when I'm swervin' thru the Eastside

[Outro: Half Dead]:
(?) in the hood, I'm squabbin' up
Watts up to my nigga Dobby Loco, my nigga Rusty Loco, and all my niggas who ain't posse ready from CMC East, and West, in the I-Woods State Prison, from this original criminal crook, Half Dead, this Franklin Crip gang nigga, and my nigga Tiny Half Dead, and Young Baby Capone, Rest in Peace, nigga, I'm Watts Locced out gang and I'm outta here, nigga, yeah, nigga