Eastside - Jim Jones, Dave East

Capo I got these niggas

Harlem you know how that go

Eastside

Revenge is only natural, time to get even

We pick and roll, winter cold time to switch seasons

Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding

Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking

Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete

I want Giuseppes, not no LeBron sneaks, my palms read

Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life

Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe

19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet

Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet

30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex

Used to do Gore-Tex, come to Harlem, we all fresh

Capo told me these niggas is in denial

Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile

Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down

Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds

Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot

My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot

I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot

I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block

Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap

They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap

They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top

They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s

Cross (?) where the fiends play

Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play

I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay

The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at

I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at

And when the coke was bad I still brought it back

I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)

L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black

I took the rental down south, I never brought it back

I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback

The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap

In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted

The (?) was that I lost, that was 500

I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between

The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen

I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean

I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean

Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work

Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot

My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot

I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot

I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block

Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap

They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap

They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top

They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human

being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly.

You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack