Eastside

[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