East 1999

Lyrics for East 1999

East 1999, my niggas! Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89 Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime With two in here, steady stackin' my ends Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9 Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love Kept a nigga on his toes in the game It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang Gotta make a grand at least daily, man Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart We niggas from the land fool, and the old school Just serve out your sentence and be cool Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one With your gun, so run, run Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from Slangin' them dum-dums Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud) Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks Cops sweatin' me block Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it See none when they roll to the curb Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land My niggas, it's crazy We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.) It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray Eternally thugsta East 1999 where (???) Gotta give P's to them SCT's And I roll, big thug on the Glock Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose Rippin' up flesh with six blows Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn And I guess that hood'll never learn Gotta dip both them ones in sherm When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me Roll up the window The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me? Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin' No fuckin' with the family Now feel a nigga, understand me Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch Trick niggas they get picked I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness Consider me heartless Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect To them SCT's from C-L-E We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin' And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin' We flippin' the scripts on over See the Bone'll be never sober Niggas told you, triggers showed you East 9-9-5 soldiers Murder one, redrum Try to run and get away, but it's just too late Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin' Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin' Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin' Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine