"Check it out Eastsidaz - niccas's hoes to me
Let me show you muthafuccas how it's s'posed to be
I'm just a Eastside Low Life nicca to death
We gon' ride at any cost, showing niccas the best.
Picked a nicca to test? You shoulda put on your vest
You shoulda, covered your wig while I hit you with this
Ain't no muthafuccin' Get Back when knees is crackin'
If it ain't a gun war, we gonna use 'em for jackin'.
And it's money out here but it's hard to see it
and when you spot it, don't be so fuccin sure that you got it
You make it happen or not?
You still grinding on The Spot?
You gotta give it what you got - gotta do it how it pop.
It's a Do-It-All-Day type of thang, make it crack-a-lack.
Fucc a jail cell, I'm in the Beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood - 7-deuce, nicca - with the rag back
Banging oldies, like a cold O.G.
Used to smoke Wet 'till my day looked black.
Used to pack Techs 'till my pay looked fat.
I had bytches transporting them Yayo packs -
Still the same ol' nicca, I just slang dope raps.
Then I'll be like 'so what?' Just mash and get my dough up.
You know what? I'll point some heat at you when you show up"