Lyrics:
you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
[DJ Khaled]
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic,
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
Got a different type of bitch
Trying
it's brown pride over here
And it's 187 on an undercover cop
Don't get it twisted homie
I don't fear the fucking badge
'Cause going out in a blaze
In
it's brown pride over here
And it's 187 on an undercover cop
Don't get it twisted homie
I don't fear the fucking badge
'Cause going out in a blaze
In
that passed il see ya on that other side
I dont read the bible but i always keep it by my side and i regret that at all times
Fighting with my enemies
percs I'm just missing my bros
Free all my Niggas
Locked up down the road
Crazy that other side
Was the same side
Now I gotta keep some distance
Sipping
a bitch that he lost
Charge it to the game, it's a shame what it cost
I walk in and they already know me
Dude at the counter from the hood, he the homie
a break
Crying cause he been grilling all day
Told that nigga, hit this
Its okay
Gon sip this Bombay
Roll up, blaze
Don't complain
Where I'm from?
From
light lil' homie
And when it's time to write, lil' homie
You betta step to the right lil' homie
Act right lil' homie, dead the hype lil' homie
'Cause
never going gay, forever straight
Hey never cross the other side
Of the gate, listen to what
My brother say in 2007, ay?
Uh, liquid, hear this shit
If I
Sledgren dreamer on the beat, wake up
Young nigga do this shit with ease huh
By any means
Couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing
matter
And these suckas die when the shotgun scatter
From block to block, hood to hood, street to street
Boy ya can't fuck with me
So for those who
a smile
Stay up on your move
Live free, live free, live free, live free
Homie live free, live free, live free, live free
They gunna try to tell you no
East side, South side also get it popping
Got the bitches non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody
I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo'
the other side
Do you carry your pain, do you still cry
Is life a game, reason to be alive
Death's not in vain, I'm still going to try
I am alive my friends
the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
Fuck
the whole show, you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
Fuck
so let me be we are from the streets sumboby
I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip
wanna judge, but the shoe ain't fitting
So kick 'em off, get 'em off, God by ya side
If your life on fire put some fire in your life
There's a light
the promo
Shouldn't've bothered from the start
'Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart
Yeah, just not the side that the beat is
all over the place for the hardware
I was surprised to see them on the south side
but I stopped by ya moms homie she still cries
her baby boy was gone
major
Wouldn't hesitate to blaze ya
The hell raiser hahaha
The hell raiser
Strapped with gats at a young age
Got ahold of a gauge
And made
is how their sleep
Beef is gonna be but with me your just dead meat (Yeah)
Trust me it's bad for ya (Yeah) kinda like red meat (meat)
Playing with me
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