East 1999

<br>Layzie: <br>East Nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas . . . <br>Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine. Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin` my crime with (two <br>in here), steady stackin` my ends, put my serve down on the Clair, Nine-nine. Hittin` up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will, <br>Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take <br>much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It`s an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at <br>least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the Heartbeat of niggas from the Land, fool, and the old <br>school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin` with trues, Rest In Peace, lil` nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. <br>Smokin` on bud, `cause a nigga Mo Thug callin` all my niggas when it`s time to nut `em. In the nine nine, niggas gonna drop to <br>the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin` them dum-dums. <br><br>Krayzie: <br>Niggas it`s goin` down, up in the C-Town, get `em up with the thugs [thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. Get the fifth of <br>Rose, but the liquor store closed, and I`m all out the forty. Blaze up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga, don`t <br>stiff on the reefer. Bone runnin` up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street, bust <br>again on Double Glock-glock with a me rocks. Cops sweatin` me by. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood, <br>dumpin` the body, and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve, <br>Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin`, duckin`, jumpin` up in the <br>Land. My niggas, it`s Krayzie. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock, and my nigga, that`s daily. Who the nigga <br>with the twelve gauge? [Pump.] Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, so ya better pray. Eternally thugsta. East Nineteen <br>Ninety-nine, we roll for the devil. <br><br>Bizzy: <br>Gotta give P`s to them SCTs and (I roll thick), thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I`ll mash the gas, gotta dash <br>away from them cops. Got Lil` Mo! Hart steadily flippin` off Rose. Rippin` up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I <br>pump slugs, and I be druggin` `em off in dumpsters. Fuck them po-po. Bloody they bodies they burn, burn. And I guess that <br>hood`ll never learn. Gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. When I `m on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin` out with <br>me. Roll up the window, me wind blow, fuck with my indo (and that in a me). Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are <br>empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin`, no fuckin` with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much <br>love, much (buck) for them St. Clair thugs. East Ninety-nine is where you find us, slangin` me muthafuckin` drugs. <br><br>Flesh: <br>Done, done, leavin` the niggas stunned, cockin` pop with a me gun. The lead`ll be letting they head off, and I gots to have (?). <br>Leavin` `em hung, breakin` fakin` your studio-gangsta bitch, trick. Niggas that get picked. I`m hittin` the shit, and I split in the <br>midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes, Flesh, me runnin` a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now <br>for givin` up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E. We`re scandalous nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin` the <br>trail of the bloody victims. The fifth dog maulin` `em all, and never them catch me slippin`. And sippin` a fifth of the wine, and <br>niggas be dyin`, and steadily trippin`. We flippin` the scripts on over, see the Bone`ll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers <br>showed ya. East nine-nine, five soldiers. <br><br>Wish: <br>Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but it`s just to late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better <br>guard that fuckin` face. Dumpin` them slugs on ya, fool. Rollin` with me trues, drinkin` brews. Don`t start no shit. We come <br>equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you`re goin` to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell is <br>where you`ll be dwellin`. Pop in them clips, and them bodies me dumpin`, watchin` ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli <br>pumpin`. Puttin` them bodies all off in them graves. <br><br>Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run. <br>East [ninety-nine] Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine