East Side Soldier (feat. Yukmouth, Poohman and Seagram)

Sweatin in the kitchen When it comes to a key 43 OZ's is what I see Latex glove so it don't get into my pores Hardcore to the marrow Is bein stacked an packed away for a rainy day Mayne through the Bay A-K's is packed on the regular Who like to plot my riches and my misses But she packs a duce-duce Gucchi really misses Niggas didn't flip the pain You couldn't watch Scarface to get this game I'm from the crew with no pity The 60's like Ripley's 'Believe It Or Not' I'm top notch Sippin on scotch on rocks I stay down an ready for my fedi I get crossed by the pigs I can smell the sweet aroma You didn't know 6-9 was in no cahoots About fuckin wit my paper route The west and the east It's the Seag struttin nigga Gettin more than a piece of the pie It's the authentic 6-9 apostile Makin niggas seek the gospal. Chorus *(Yukmouth, Dru Down)* What would you do if you ain't got your strap? Would you get yo ass jacked? What would you do if you ain't got your strap? Would you give up yo scratch? What would you do if you ain't got your strap? Would you get yo ass slapped? What would you do if you ain't got your strap? Would you nut up and scrap? I'm goin out like 2Pac Shootin 2 cops in the ass crack When ever the task jack the turf I be the first to blast back Make that ass "BACDAFUCUP" like Onyx I puff up chronic, that make ya vomit like Ginatonic Gold D's on trophies every summer Might wonder if I'm ballin on the unda I never be givin a fuck, but quick to get my grind on (trick) The nigga who slips is who I'm quick to pull my 9 on Now break it down, down break it Can't make it, so I take his grip and leave him pistol whipped I cooks up bricks of A-1 Yola The soldier til it's ova Slappin bitches wit the Motorola I know a busta, you know a busta too Juss a few on my shit list to get licked Shoulda known the game was deep now Around the East Bound We'll buck you up and fuck you up to see you six feet deep now. I'm juss an East Side Soldier Ever since then I have been on the rise up Came out the diaper from a switch to a big stick And yes I'm like steadily foldin the grip bitch I want you to know that I'm Down And niggas wantin to do who? But niggas couldn't do me if they wanted to You'se an owl mutha fucka now what fool? Another sucka put in the gutta I accidentaly had the A-K He thought it was a plot (He didn't know I got stripes on my side) No skills that's real No glory in the East Side Soldier story. My dick is on hard when your guts start spillin Tore through your vest Ate through your flesh All 7 in your chest and your laid to rest Nigga don't you know, ain't no room for guessin Class is in session meet Mr. Smith & Wesson Watch the bodies all drop When they hit your block It's when you know when I reach for my chop Hit you wit this lazer beam sight and take you life After the lead melts through you cranium Entering you mind like titanium Your punk ass potna shoulda told ya An ran into an East Side Soldier. Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! International Blunt Funk biatch.