East Side Story

<br>[intro: buddha monk]<br><br>Allah is god, we came here to travel<br><br>And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.<br><br>We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence<br><br>And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your<br><br>Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die<br><br>In your own inequity. I want yall to feel me.<br><br>Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those<br><br>Who do not know themselves.<br><br><br><br>[babyface fensta]<br><br>Heat like a pressure cooker<br><br>Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya<br><br>Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me<br><br>All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams<br><br>Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization<br><br>Im 5% of the original nation who know the truth<br><br>The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded<br><br>Like rust on bumpers of old chevys from 1962<br><br>I used to cop em, but I had to drop em<br><br>Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound<br><br>Like the saint, remember who I am<br><br>I might just rob the bank in your town<br><br>Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street<br><br>Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat<br><br>Fallin out the windows of east new york<br><br>Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork<br><br><br><br>[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz]<br><br>Yo, pictures record my wonder years<br><br>The narrator, I write like diaries and journals<br><br>Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy<br><br>Mentally takes you out your zone, Im livin un-satisfied<br><br>My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm<br><br>More suedes clarks, the fonz is poetry, islam is science<br><br>Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants<br><br>Everydays the same palace shit like the total thumper<br><br>Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted<br><br>Advantage, presto, dont settle for less, strictly quality garments<br><br>Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes<br><br>Constitution, precious moments in her life<br><br>From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast<br><br><br><br>[buddha monk]<br><br>Yo, this lifes full of savagery and the devils still after me<br><br>I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee<br><br>Im still hurtin from the shit the devils still servin<br><br>It feels like a sayonce, but Im trapped in chaos<br><br>Yo, me, oh, my its chaos, livin in my hive<br><br>Back up, back up, for this time you must die<br><br><br><br>[chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]<br><br>Ive watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up<br><br>In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives<br><br>Takin half a niggas pie, enemies in disguise<br><br>Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies<br><br><br><br>[manly musa of zu ninjaz]<br><br>Yo, my fams royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert<br><br>Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil<br><br>We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil<br><br>Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at? <br><br>Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that<br><br>Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if I cant smoke, I might ill<br><br>Fight a dyke for tryin to steal<br><br>&gt;from all my niggaz who cant grab, aint no fun robbin and cant brag<br><br>Cop grams and hand bags<br><br>Thats like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path<br><br>Tryin to road block the road to riches<br><br>If you got somethin, maintain what you go left<br><br>Cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death<br><br><br><br>[redz of zu ninjaz]<br><br>Yo, this dreamll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam<br><br>Lifes a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off<br><br>Who was your man and bet this, Im reckless on your high styles check list<br><br>I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours<br><br>But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal<br><br>Aint no peace, young ones blasted by the beast<br><br>Im from the east where each and every teach<br><br>Youll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell,<br><br>Right? <br><br>It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start<br><br>A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks<br><br>You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high societys<br><br>Made us, fuck what you say, they played us<br><br>9 servants, but feelin better when Im goin for life<br><br>In my mans ride, thats yo man, right? <br><br><br><br>[buddha monk]<br><br>You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright<br><br>Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price<br><br>Yo, whats wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able<br><br>You had a crew, especially known to kill for you<br><br>Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue<br><br>How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues<br><br>Thats why I sing this song, Ill keep holdin on<br><br>It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms<br><br>His lifes pathetic for my man nine, dont even sweat it<br><br>Ima help ya ass out, no need for things, but dont forget it<br><br>Cuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load<br><br>And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold? <br><br><br><br>[chorus (x2)]<br><br><br><br>[outro: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]<br><br>...nigga!!!