East 1999 my niggas!
Think about back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9
Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone
Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod J—much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang
Gotta make a grand at least daily, man.
Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas
Thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the Land fool, and the old school
Just serve out your sentence and be cool.
Fuckin' with trues
Rest In Peace, little nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love
Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug callin' all my niggas when it's time to nut 'em
In the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run
Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dums
Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town
Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)
Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga
Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer
Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper
Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks
Cops sweatin' me block
Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop
Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve
Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it
See none when they roll to the curb
Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land
My niggas, it's crazy
We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily
Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)
It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray
Eternally thugsta
East 1999 where (???)
Gotta give P's to them SCT's
And I roll, big thug on the Glock
Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops
Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose
Rippin' up flesh with six blows
Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters
Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies—they burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll never learn
Gotta dip both them ones in sherm
When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me
Roll up the window
The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?
Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty
Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin',
No fuckin' with the family
Now feel a nigga, understand me.
Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs.
East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs
Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun
They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung
Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch
Trick niggas they get picked
I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness
Consider me heartless
Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check
Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect
To them SCT's from C-L-E
We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side
And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims
The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'
And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'
We flippin' the scripts on over
See the Bone'll be never sober
Niggas told you, triggers showed you
East 9-9-5 soldiers.
Murder one, redrum
Try to run and get away, but it's just too late
Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face
Dumpin' them slugs on you, 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 you're goin' to Heaven,
Put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'
Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin',
Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'
Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
(East 99) East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine