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Correct Eastside Story Lyrics
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[Intro] Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man RIP them niggas, hah [Verse] Used to ride the front of the bus now I'm in the back of the Bach Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap I met Kobe on the five, we was Mike'd down in '05 Girbauds and spray painted shirts Now big bro own one of mine Wake up, money on my mind Think bout fonem all the time Back when Grams lived on the four First floor, 7405 Vito stayed on the other side Him and Hill real running wild WIth Chico and probably smoking dro 8 bucks for a pound of loud Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time Fuck with OGs off the five Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd Foe nem fucking up the wheel I ran bouchet, ain't fuck with powell That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time Acting East headed for the rap, damn near still know all the rhymes Five to nine, yates back to colfax terrortown was on the map Niggas know there ain't a bitch we ain't fucked, taking hoes back Used to do pelly coats with the screw back Chrome buck 50, matched the new gat Leather (?) with the wheat timbs Fazo had one that was blue black G Fazo, no need to say more Punch so hard, make you wanna shoot back Shawty off MB don't do that Fuck that, I ain't even wanna talk about it Miss all my niggas, white chalk about 'em Naw they ain't like us, niggas bitch made Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age Made 1800 on a good day "You gon end up dead or broke Or in jail like your dad and uncle," shit, that's what the hood say Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat I'm on point like an arrow Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "hello" Got smoke like Dero, remember walking down Marquette, me and G Ferro Hoodied up if we got to blow Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo 79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies No Limit crazy Remember nights off the lazy Mom's telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep Scared for her baby I was running the east Turning into Herbo G The big humble beast, ay
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