Eastside, B-H-W, you know about us Get shotta, get robbed, we get dollars Rick a blow, flip a O, how you sniff it though Two for five on a Friday, give and go Bitch niggas wanna come and get a taste They don't get it till they catch a red bottom to the face No case, young niggas shoot *** Now the Delta 88 with the Tipper-A plates Foreign cars, but we dog them like Buicks Get to it, no talking, just do it With no swoosh, just killers off that Kush Me and Grizzly on the track, we both on the black book All dirt, numbers scratched off that pistol Selling crack vials out your mama back window Mama talking loud about the *** that he into She ain't gotta ask every month what that rent do You ain't knowin' real niggas, don't sit still If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed You ain't knowin' *** real, nigga, *** chill *** chill, you ain't knowin' *** real, nigga, *** chill *** chill, you ain't knowin' *** real, nigga Say you wanna get rich No matter the risk, no matter how far the trip Okay, say you just wanna be young You want the Rollie froze, you would never break the code Okay, niggas, in Caponella Tell these niggas I'm at home there Blood, tell these niggas I'm at home there Only Dre Road, nigga, that's good everywhere One nigga, two straps, bitch, I double dare Money on the counter, chops on the floor Besides the Holy Spirit, I ain't worried about a soul These niggas got a lot of mouth, ain't got no money, though Hey, tell these niggas we can beat it, gon' get bloody, though Ninety days ago, I was just in prison I got out with a vision, and now I'm with J-Rock again All in Cali, tapping in with the realest When really, I wasn't supposed to see the end of my sentence You ain't knowin' real niggas, don't sit still If you knew a nigga's story, you would get chills If you knew some of them secrets, you would get killed You ain't knowin' *** real, nigga, *** chill You ain't knowin' *** real, nigga, *** chill