[Intro: Jim Jones]
(Wood on the beat)
Uh
From the Eastside of the D all the way out to Harlem
My Seminary niggas, my East Oakland niggas, what's up?
Got some niggas down in Houston that still screw they music and love to sip lean, you heard me?
Miami niggas, sak pase, you know the rest
Huh, we out here
[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 about it
Niggas that I won't see again that lost they life about it
Shit run deep, so I don't sleep plenty nights about i
And all the cold nights that we had no heater
In the lobby pumping white with a cold heater
You know the rules, we only serve 'em if they knew 'em
But my thoughts then, "He must deserve it if they blew him"
Must've had it coming to him
They said he didn't die, had some percs running through him
The nigga still lived
Now them niggas running to him tryna kill him where he live
The beef never die, they even drilling at they kids
Shit, but we was guaranteed to hit the target
Cops come, shit, we guaranteed to hit the projects
Running fast, bitch, I hit the steps like Usain
Now this nigga pull up to the 'jects in that Mulsanne
My memory good, I'll take you back to the Eighties
Mama in the kitchen cooking crack as a baby
My block had the bomb when they was getting that D
The same thing the cheddar boys had did in the D
So we still get the cheddar like we getting a ki'
In my hood it's not too many that ever did it like me
Shit, or maybe Baby Mane and my nigga Light
Now say a prayer 'cause they died in this vicious life, ah
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Yeah, it's Philthy, nigga, look, look
In my neighborhood I'm a legend
Kicked out of school at 7, caught my first case at 11
Now Sheila couldn't raise me and I was her first born
She ain't have no experience, but she was a woman scorn
Used to live with my teacher, my daddy wasn't around
He wasn't cheering in the bleachers when I caught my first touchdown
And Jordans was too high, my mama wouldn't give me nothing
My step daddy was too high, he was smoking up all the money
A product of the streets, I was running through 'em with no cleats
Went to school in North Oakland, the only nigga from the East
Never went to class, I used to play the hallways
That's where I met my first love, we still friends to this day
No cap and gown, I graduated from the corner
Real nigga resume, take the place of my diploma
Addicted to the block and in love with the streets
Moral to the story, if you believe you can achieve
It's Philthy
[Interlude: Peezy]
You know, sometimes shit get a lil' rough in life
But, you know, you gotta stand strong and fight through it all, my baby
Shit get greater later, ayy
[Verse 3: Peezy]
Knew I was special when they birthed me
I moved out my mama crib at thirteen
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 kerosene
Fuck this, it gotta be a better way for me
Only Eastside nigga in the whole school
I was forced to share clothes with my old dude
My brother worked at Chaps, I wore all the shoes
Hardest times of my life and they got harder too
I ain't graduate 'cause I ain't have shit
A nigga balling now, that's in the past tense
Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade
All they see is niggas shining but don't see the pain
