East Side Story Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[intro: buddha monk] 

Allah is god, we came here to travel 

And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves. 

We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence 

And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your 

Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die 

In your own inequity. I want y'all to feel me. 

Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those 

Who do not know themselves. 

[babyface fensta] 

Heat like a pressure cooker 

Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya 

Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me 

All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams 

Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization 

I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth 

The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded 

Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962 

I used to cop 'em, but I had to drop 'em 

Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound 

Like the saint, remember who I am 

I might just rob the bank in your town 

Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street 

Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat 

Fallin out the windows of east new york 

Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork 

[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz] 

Yo, pictures record my wonder years 

The narrator, I write like diaries and journals 

Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy 

Mentally takes you out your zone, I'm livin un-satisfied 

My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm 

More suedes clark's, the fonz is poetry, islam is science 

Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants 

Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper 

Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted 

Advantage, presto, don't settle for less, strictly quality garments 

Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes 

Constitution, precious moments in her life 

From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast 

[buddha monk] 

Yo, this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me 

I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee 

I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin 

It feels like a sayonce, but I'm trapped in chaos 

Yo, me, oh, my it's chaos, livin in my hive 

Back up, back up, for this time you must die 

[chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz] 

I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up 

In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives 

Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise 

Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies 

[manly musa of zu ninjaz] 

Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert 

Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil 

We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil 

Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at? 

Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that 

Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if I can't smoke, I might ill 

Fight a dyke for tryin to steal 

>from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and can't brag 

Cop grams and hand bags 

That's like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path 

Tryin to road block the road to riches 

If you got somethin, maintain what you go left 

'cause the only thing to fear in this world is life or death 

[redz of zu ninjaz] 

Yo, this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam 

Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off 

Who was your man and bet this, I'm reckless on your high style's check list 

I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours 

But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal 

Ain't no peace, young ones blasted by the beast 

I'm from the east where each and every teach 

You'll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell, 

Right? 

It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start 

A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks 

You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high society's 

Made us, fuck what you say, they played us 

9 servants, but feelin better when I'm goin for life 

In my man's ride, that's yo' man, right? 

[buddha monk] 

You was my a-alike, 'cause stars will like to shine so bright 

Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price 

Yo, what's wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able 

You had a crew, especially known to kill for you 

Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue 

How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues 

That's why I sing this song, I'll keep holdin on 

It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms 

His life's pathetic for my man nine, don't even sweat it 

I'ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don't forget it 

'cause maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load 

And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold? 

[chorus (x2)] 

[outro: drunken dragon of zu manchuz] 

...nigga!!!