[Hook] Put em in the air, rep where you stay (x4) Put em up my nigga put em up (x4) I'm a west side nigga so fuck what ya think I'm a south side nigga so fuck what ya think I'm a north side nigga so fuck what ya think I'm a east side nigga so fuck what ya think
[Baby D] Now you can catch me in a black tee iced up In the club on a freak wit my sess up See I don't give a fuck Nigga knuck if you buck I see through these weak niggas cuz i peak niggas On my street niggas throwin up the east side buckin on hoes Get out my face young nigga fo i shot at your nose I stay strapped call these fake niggas aint givin me that Now he aint thinkin cuz i had to put a hole in his cap Don't get it twisted by the rap homes The way I rock homes Stay in the streets with bricks get my grind on I fuck wit real niggas out in the field niggas 2.5 on a crip befo the deal niggas Ya think im playin wit ya betta listen what i'm sayin to ya Ya push me ima have to put these hands to ya I'm on as concrete the nightmare on yo street Aint nobody in the A fuckin wit me
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[Sean Paul] Yea im back (back), drop top 'lac on deck Crease in my slash shawty how you love dat You know the name you hear the slang Shawty slurrin out my mouth Aint no thang you know we damn down in the dirty south I'm a east side nigga bitch i put it in yo face All my niggas they gorillas they aint scared to get no pay Nigga traffin servin yay keep them heaters stowed away Young niggas hundred dolla billas killas where i stay All my niggas they have bud and all Smokin drankin servin yall Young niggas we been a case, stashin dope up in they jaw From the po pos trappin on the back street Killa of the night ride wit work up on the back street Yea I'm for real hoe Catch me switchin lane to lane Comin down on candy mayne bumpin out of damn shame And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo dont ride So Paul will work them all yall to the east side
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[Pastor Troy] Last but not least its the Pastor yall Always been ready to ball Big ol cars, gave me the words Hit the O wit big blunts of herbs South side nigga my hood rep well You don't like detroit nigga go to hell All I can tell, ya washed up Try me home boy, ya fucked up My home boys, DSGB, the (??) is ridin with me For ever damn the real rep the real I'm puttin it up for my nigga Dolla Bill
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