Yeah,
The East-Sidaz at it once again,
Petey Pete,
Xtacee,
Its the new movement nigga,
Mothafcka,
Its the E to the A to the S to the T,
Youll get shot, if you messin wit me,
Im the best cant you see,
Niggas stressed because we,
Got this mothafcka locked,
TNMs on top,
Xtacee
I dont like getting, disrespected,
Do something and think you can hide, I have corrupt detectives,
Ill find you and when I do, your ass is done,
Ill shoot you right in the back, when you jumpin sayin you won,
And the beefs not squashed, its too late,
Then Im gonna have your whole familys heads on a plate,
I walk around herbin you fags,
And dont try to act hard, wit ya fckin pssy ass du-rags,
And you think I fight dirty, I dont care,
Ill fight all your pssy asses, at the Greek fair,
My rhymes will kill you cause I have so much sorrow,
And I do more damage than the Day After Tomorrow,
Petey Pete
Listen up mothafckas,
Everybodys lovin my shit,
The niggas all on my whip, the bitches all on my dick,
And like Dre, Im makin beats but Im younger,
And besides the sun, my albums another source of heat for the summer,
My crews full of niggas wit attitudes,
We dont know how to lose, well leave your ass with more than black and blues,
If I dont like you, Im comin up ready to fight you,
Pull you to a glass window, and Ill put your ass right through,
All you fckin niggas, gettin shitted on,
Walk through Queens with my fitted on, screamin lets get it on,
One wrong look, Ill shoot you till your fckin body look like a sponge,
Nigga,
You wanna slam me, and if its beef Im comin handy,
Whether Im in a Benz or a Camry,
Niggas playin talkin shit games,
Like my neighbor, I made him buy new pants, his old ones have shit stains,
On the boulevard, lookin hard, niggas wanna grill,
Them niggas better chill, cause them niggas gettin killed,
This shits head, and if you wanna make our cliques meet,
Im on 34th Ave. and 146th street,
Mothafcka,
Yeah,
Once again,
Petey Pete and Xtacee,