N.S.E.W.

[Intro]

Just get on down

Just get on down

Just get on down

Just get on down

Just get on down

Just get on down

Just get on down

Just get on down

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[Verse 1: Shawnna]

Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice

Throw up a deuce, keep my hat banged to the left

And ain't scared to act a fool

So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to

Cause I bust that shiddit

Dump that Philly, I could back dro with a lac with a 'gnac

Gettin drunk off in it

Through the Chi like North, North, South, South

Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth

In the East, East, West, West

Niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest

Cause I'm hood, hood, gutta, gutta

Shawnna got juice like a mafucka

Hood of the hustlers and bloodsuckas

Back in the bricks wit that good

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[Verse 2: Tity Boi]

Yep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp

All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)

Yeah, I got them hoes, I got them Os

I got Air phones for those hoes

And yeah, I got white phones, got black phones

I got crack, weed in the floor

So get on the grind, get on some lime

Get on mine, let ya mind take course

Got dip in the ride, switchin the tires

Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport

See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay

And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys

[Verse 3: I-20]

East side, whole Masterfield rainbow

Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow

Good wood, not wastin that payroll

Five hoes trapped, boys got rapers

Mah size got air nigga rep that

We ride, rock sells and I bet that

Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch

Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick

Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout

Lil rob fillin hoes in the parkin lot

Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track

It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back

Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book

Dolla Boy, let em know how to rip folk

If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though

2-0 represent East side ho

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[Verse 4: Fate Wilson]

Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up

Just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)

2Pac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)

Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors

Waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)

Pull out the gats and attack on them boys

That thought that (they thought it couldn't happen)

They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends

Ain't no need to pretend (Shawty!) Split them ends

For my homey that got killed last weekend

His brains was left leakin while his body got cold

Now it's y'all life that y'all owe

Time to even the score, case closed

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