Eastside Westside Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

This that gangster shit 

This that rider shit 

This that gangster shit 

This that rider shit 

I got killers on the Eastside 

And killers on the Westside 

Down South niggaz they feel me 

New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster 

I got killers on the Eastside 

And killers on the Westside 

Southside niggaz they feel me 

New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider 

I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters 

I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus 

These hoes be lovin' you, pushin' a vehicle 

Picked her up in my BMW 

760 in a Nautica color 

When I'm rollin' on mine ain't no room for rubber 

Tryin' to push 800's, they ain't made them yet 

Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex 

Yo, I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers 

That's why your bitch on my dick suckin' pubic hairs 

My gat is ready, my mac is ready 

I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry 

Yo, I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top 

Now we gettin' rich and the paper don't stop 

Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok 

Goin' hard body like a nigga in Comstock 

I got killers on the Eastside 

And killers on the Westside 

Down South niggaz they feel me 

New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster 

I got killers on the Eastside 

And killers on the Westside 

Southside niggaz they feel me 

New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider 

Mr. Telephone Man 

The feds is tappin' my line 

Every time I dial my connects numbers 

For bricks all the time 

Yo, I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel 

The feds got a hit when I'm makin' my next sale, I'm hot 

645 drop fresh off the lot 

Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back 

I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down 

Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down 

One house had bricks, the other had weed 

And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 

27 ki's, that's one point three-five 

I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride 

Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns 

Like Qusay and Usay, Saddam's sons 

I got killers on the Eastside 

And killers on the Westside 

Down South niggaz they feel me 

New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster 

I got killers on the Eastside 

And killers on the Westside 

Southside niggaz they feel me 

New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider