Eastside Westside

This that gangster s*it (uh-huh)

This that rider s*it (uh-huh)

This that gangster s*it (uh-huh)

This that rider s*it [Chorus: Tony Yayo]

I got killers on the

Eastside.. and killers on the

Westside Down

South ****** they feel me

New York ****** wanna kill me -

CAUSE I'M

A GANGSTER!

I got killers on the

Eastside.. and killers on the

Westside Southside ****** they feel me

New York ****** wanna kill me -

CAUSE I'M

A RIDER! [Tony Yayo]

I'm in that black

Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters

I ride through your hood and

I s*ine like

Jesus These hoes be lovin you, pus*in 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 ***** on my **** 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 ****** 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 hardbody like a ***** in

Comstock [Chorus] [Tony Yayo]

Mr. Telephone

Man, the feds is tappin my line

Everytime

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 ****

And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese 27 ki's, that's one point three-five

I'm rich *****, but

I still ride in that hoo-ride

Gold-plated

AK's, stupid guns

Like Qusay and

Usay *, Saddam's sons [Chorus]