Walk the gauntlet of lies. Who will it be today... Secrets of this place, never knowing... Follow the ones that consume, becoming just like them. Fade
, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) (Ice-T) To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get,
The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast
Forty-seven dead beats living in the back street North east west south all in the same house Sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom I'm in a
there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven
Flat out!) It's a damn shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudelent rappers' mouth. Or should I say entertainers, I'm complainin'. North, East, West
cityx2 boii boii i dooo ittt d-town you already know can you say d-town six mile seven mile eight mile west side nigga charmers east side ya know east
clinched Once she go thug, so always be thugged Remember that son, all I want is action Won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west Got me packed
South, and fell in love call me love cause love is gonna getcha I'ma getcha I'm like B.J. my Arm is Strong and I Stretch ya Styles from East to West
That`s more stuntin but we hustlin like its do or die We poppin bottles with these championship rings, models & thangs, monogers & brains We bring a few to the east & west
PLACE LIKE HOME (UNTIL YOU GET HOME) OH BABY TAKE ME HOME WHERE MY SOUL BELONGS SHOUT TO THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH TO THE EAST TO THE WEST TO THE HOME
and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit And the flesh in the West
south, and fell in love call me love Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya Styles from east to west,
a trick go on spend that shit You old tip drill, you funkyass tip drill I need a freak (Oh) To hold me tight (Oh) I need a freak for seven days and seven
East Oakland He can rap to the beat like all the rest So rough hang tough in the wild wild west With his non stop rapping and his west coast style He
from off the Hill We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates Under the seat and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer Soul Assassins
laid I'm representing bean town where them niggas don't play Ride love in the west got a crib in the A Can't forget the East Coast and they fast pace
it out, to the break of, break of dawn Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S. And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West Remixed mad kick, more than
