[Chorus]
East side n***as stay bout it
West side n***as stay bout it
North side n***as stay bout it
South side n***as stay bout it bout it
East side n***as stay bout it
West side n***as stay bout it
North side n***as stay bout it
South side n***as stay bout it bout it

[Verse 1]
G.I. n***as stay bout it
Take a n***a life don’t doubt it
Church and the liquor store crowded
911 is a joke don’t dial it
We ain't really tripping when the money stay piling
Money comin slow then mothafuckas get violent
I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage
Blowing on some dope with a yellow bone stallion
So high, and n***as wanna know why I ride
With semi automatic by my side
Cause I got n***as comin at my head
But I won’t let them bitches stop my bread
A mothafucka wanna short my dough
I hit him twice with the black fo-fo
The witness, courtroom no-show
And what a n***a don’t know, won’t go
‘Dro, hoes and the dope game made me
On the front page magazine, no label
Industry don’t want him cause the n***a’s too gangsta
Probably never heard him on ya radio station
Way too thug for these mothafuckin’ rappers
Rap way better than ya neighborhood trapper
Man came down on the uppity bitch
I be fuckin' the bitch, let my n***as smash right after
Dope in the kitchen gotta get it stretchin' n whippin'
Know some n***as that slippin, we can hit a lick if you with it
Then I ship and deliver, I ain’t took a trip in a minute
Now i’m in the position, I can give it to my lieutenant
Need a mothafucka robbed, I’m the n***a for the job
Peace to the Slammin' and the 5-Trey Mob
What you know about that life in the mask
Them Gary, Indiana n***as gift wrap ya casket, how ya love that?
[Chorus]
East side n***as stay bout it
West side n***as stay bout it
North side n***as stay bout it
South side n***as stay bout it bout it
East side n***as stay bout it
West side n***as stay bout it
North side n***as stay bout it
South side n***as stay bout it bout it

[Verse 2]
Yea, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Ain’t gotta dime for these bitches
Breakin' it down for 3 bitches
Duffle stuffed with 3 6’s
Heat under the pillow, I sleep wit' my Mrs
And I’m havin' dreams that’s bigger than 6 digits
N***as where I rest possessed to whip chickens
Livin' on ya dick til ya hit the next shipment
So high, and n***as wanna know why I, ride
With semi automatic by my, side
I need a n***a that’s fosho gon' bust
And really I’m the only n***a I, trust
And really I'm the only n***a that, cold
New shoes, Cadillac on vogues
Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes
Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold
And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement
Chevy only carry heavy weight, Lord save 'em
Just another victim of the game, can you blame ‘em
And he stay paid, can’t a lame n***a fade 'em
And most of you n***as in the rap game dick blowers
But at the end of the day they don't get shit for it
But me and mine’s gotta eat, so I’m beatin’ up the street
Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it
Send ‘em to God, tryna rob the godfather
And if you scared of catchin’ a murder then why bother
I’m peelin' off a knock for pots of hot water
N***as wrote me off and it made me grind harder
Peace to the East, n***a peace to the chief
Got a slug for the judge, bringin' heat for police
And a book full of sins that I reap when I sleep
Then I wake up and I put em on a beat, how you love that?
[Chorus]
East side n***as stay bout it
West side n***as stay bout it
North side n***as stay bout it
South side n***as stay bout it bout it