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62 Dec '95 Hot 100
39 Dec '95 R&B


East nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas Think about back in the days When the year was eighty-nine Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine Doing my crime with two in here Steady stacking my ends Put my serve down on The Clair nine nine Hitting up the Graveyard Shift With Real, Lil Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone Little Wally highrollers and he Wonder why niggas so strong Krayzie Bone, stack right, take much love Kept a nigga on his toes in the game It's an everyday thing when You let your nuts hang, gotta make A grand at least daily, man Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas Thug to the Heartbeat of niggas from The land, fool and the old school Just serve out your sentence and be cool Fucking with trues, rest in peace Lil nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love Smoking on bud cause a nigga mo thug Calling all my niggas when it's time to nut 'em In the nine nine, niggas gonna drop to The number one with the gun, so run run Cleveland is the city where a nigga Come from, slinging them dum-dums Niggas, it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up with the thugs and That nigga with the bud Get the fifth of 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 stiff on the reefer Bone running up outta the cut With this fresh sack of hydro And this shit is creeper Peep the street, bust again on Double glock-glock with a me rocks Cops sweating me by Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood Dumping the body and the bullshit stop Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po Niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve Krayzie take caution Take all my llello and tossed it See none when they roll to the curb Running, ducking, jumping up in the land My niggas, it's crazy We slang and we buck And we bang on the Glock And my nigga, that's daily Who the nigga with the twelve gauge (Pump) Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face So you better pray, eternally thugsta East nineteen ninety-nine We roll for the devil

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Gotta give P's to them SCTs and I roll Big thug on the glock, pump, blast for the cash Then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash Away from them cops Got Lil Mo, heart steadily flipping off Rose, ripping up flesh with six blows Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs And I be drugging 'em off in dumpsters Fuck them po-po Bloody they bodies they burn, burn And I guess that hood'll never learn Gotta dip both in ones and sherm When I 'm on a mission for my city Bigger niggas be bailing out with 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 empty Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods Bucking, no fucking with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs East ninety-nine is where you find us Slanging me muthafucking drugs Done, done, leaving the niggas stunned Cocking pop with a me gun The lead'll be letting they head off And I gots to have me Leaving 'em hung, breaking, faking Your studio gangsta bitch trick. Niggas that get picked I'm hitting the shit, and I Split in the midst of the darkness Consider me heartless. Oh, yes, flesh, me running a ho check Better check your Rolex, your time now For giving up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E We're scandalous niggas that dwell Hail off on the far side and bail Leaving the trail of the bloody victims The fifth dog mauling 'em all And never them catch me slipping And sipping a fifth of the wine and Niggas be dying and steadily tripping We flipping the scripts on over See the Bone'll be never saw But niggas told you, triggers showed you East nine nine, five soldiers Murder one, redrum, try to run And get away but it's just too late Watch out, buckshots When I come, buck, buck Better guard that fucking face Dumping them slugs on you, fool Rolling with me trues, drinking brews Don't start no shit, we come equipped So niggas, stay cool One-eighty-seven, you think That you're going to heaven Put slugs all up in that chest And hell is where you'll be dwelling Pop in them clips and them bodies me dumping Watching you fall to the pave With me nine-milli pumping Putting them bodies all off in them graves Cleveland is the city where We come from, so run, run, run Cleveland is the city where We come from, so run, run, run Cleveland is the city where We come from, so run, run, run Cleveland is the city where We come from, so run, run, run East nineteen ninety Ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine East nineteen ninety Ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine East nineteen ninety Ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine......


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