Eastside Ryders

(album: Ryde Or Die Vol. 3: In The "R" We Trust - 2001)

[Tray Deee]
Who run these streets? Love Thug Beats?
Ruff Spoken, Guns Speak, Blood Leak
Lug heat for the threat not protection,
Not a question, Busta Tests I got rest 'em
Catch 'Em Slippin, in the hood or the mall
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the Doggs
Fuck Talking, Chuck Walking in my khakis
Rag Swanging, Gang Banging nigga brang it at me
Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We The Niggas holla out the set when we blasting
Insane 20 gang, anything killa,
Tracy Davis, Hair Raises, Goldie Loc The Stealer
Gang Lock Down, We Cant Stop Now,
Get in the way of villan and Tray spray hot rounds
Suckas chose thugging as a last resort, aint that a bitch?
Here we do this shit for sport This CRIP

[Chorus]
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us,
Better Not try us, Touch ya like Midas
Ruff Rydaz, Ride with Eastsidaz,
Bustaz bow down to crown, the Royal Highness
Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks
Dippin with the Jags and 'Lacs
Eastsidaz roll with Ruff Rydaz
Try to step aside us or get right behind us

[Styles]
When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is Holiday
Gangsta rap gunning and having moments of violence
Its an Eastsider, Ruff Ryder thing, Why you mad at me?
Holdin on an AK, puffing on some Cali weed
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me
Yellow and Purple Ears, trying to see Shaq's Salary
D-Block Gang, Ruff Ryder Mafia,
Make Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya
Bounce like I'm Hydrolics (Hydrolics),
And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars
Asked if I'm a gang member? Fuck nah, I'm a gang leader
Boss to the boss and I bang heaters
And you dont wanna see my arm jerk
Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt
And this one is for my Cali niggaz
Eastsiders, Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz

[Chorus]

[Goldie Loc]
I never write raps like a song can make me
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me
Cause I'm a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt
Selling my double knucks, to enhance my work
Nigga Q keep it Pimpin, I'm 'a keep it Cripping (Crippin')
Me and Dip Dippin, Dogg tha Police Tripping
Im an Eastside Ryde or Die Nigga
And I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz
Sippin on Sans call me lil Bit
A down to earth brother, Gang Banging and rapping
Fake Blow Joes not hopping Lo-Lo's
Im tired of you bustaz and fake C-O's
You can ask Deal Dogg,Motherfucking Scoop
We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops
Look Cuz, This game dont give me my cheese,
Im 'a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve

[Chorus]