| East 1999 Layzie: East 1999 my niggaz........ Think about back in the day when the year was eighty-nine lil' nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin my crime with two in here, steady stackin' my ends. Put my serve down on the Clair nine-nine. Hittin up the Graveyard Shift with Will, lil'Will, Wally and Wish Bone. Lil' Wally highrollin and he wonder why niggaz so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take much love kept a nigga on his toes in this game its an everyday thang when you gotta lt your nuts hang. Gotta make a grand at least daily man Them cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the heartbeat of a nigga from the land fool and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin' with trues, Rest In Peace, lil' nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone Love. Smokin on bud, cause a nigga Mo Thug callin all my niggas when its time to nut'em. In the nine-nine, niggas gonna drop to the #1 with a gun so run run. Cleveland is the city were a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dums. Krayzie: Niggas its goin down up in the C-town. Get'em up with the thugs and that nigga with the bud. Get the fifth of rose, but the liquor store closed, and im all out of the forty. Blaze up nigga. Burn up the buddah smoke it all up. Nigga don't stiff on the reefer. Bone be runnin' out the cut with a fresh stack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep on the street bust again on the double glock glock with me rocks. Cops sweatin me hi. Coppa better drop when the gunshot pump blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop. Whenever trouble knocks with the po-po niggas roll solo, split up and swerve, Krayzie take caution, take all my yayo and tossed it. See none when we pull to the curb. Runnin' duckin' jumpin' of in the land. My niggas is crazy. We slang and buck and bang on the glock and nigga thats daily. Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (PUMP). Mr. Sawed off leatha face so you better pray. Eternally thugstas. East nintey nine, we roll for the devil. Bizzy: Gotta give P's to them S-C-T's and I roll thick, thug on the glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash on the gas gotta dash away from them cops. Got lil' mo heart steadily flippen off rose. Rippin' up flesh.. With six blows. Rest, that thugsta yes, I pump slugs and I be druggin'em of in dumpsters. Fuck them po-po. Bloody they bodies they burn. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Gotta dip (both in ones) sherm. When im on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me. Roll up the window me wind blow, fuck with my indo. Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandouless niggas up outta the woods, buckin' no fuckin' with the family. Now feel a nigga understand me. Much love (buck) from them St-Claire thugs. East ninety nine is were you find us, slangin' me muthafuckin drugs. Flesh: Done done leavin' the niggas stunned, cockin' pop with me gun. The lead'll be letting they head off, and I gots to have (?) Leavin'em hung breakin' fakin' your studio gangsta bitch trick. Niggas that get picked. Im hittin' the shit and split in the mist of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh yes Flesh, be runnin' a hoe check. Better check your rolex, your timed now for givin' up respect to them S-C-T's from the C-L-E. Were scandouless niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin'the trail of the bloody victims. The fifth dawg maulin'em all, and never them catch me slippin'. And sippin on a fifth of wine. And niggas be dyin', and steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on over. See the Bone'll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggas showed ya. East nine-nine. Five soldiers. Wish: Murder one, redrum, try to run and getaway, but it's to late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better guard that fuckin' face. Dumpin' them slugs on ya fool. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Don't start no shit. We come equipped, so niggas stay cool. One eighty seven, you think that your goin to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell is were you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them clips, and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me nine milli pumpin'. Putin' them bodies all off in them graves. Cleveland is the city were we come from so run (run) run. East (ninety nine) nineteen-ninety-nine, ninety-nine, nine, nine |