(feat. Kim Armstrong)



[barks & singing]



[SINISTER]

Born in the middle of danger

Now I'm trapped in a cell

But it's more like a chamber

I got a murder so my life is thru

But a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do

[barks]

Especially when you're livin on the East Side

Gotta be strapped and ready for a muthafuckin homicide

Drive-byes happen day by day

Get caught in a spray by saint with the AK

One Time swoop cause they try to pop ya

3 seconds later there's a muthafuckin helicopter

In the air with their lights on pride

But they can't catch a nigga in a night

Who is runnin for his life

But y'all niggas keep on tryin

Cause punk muthafuckas gonna keep on dyin 

As long as they shift their asshole get wripped

With my sawed-off pump make 'em do a backflip

War is not the answer 

But if you're on the East Side

I bet you don't die of cancer

You'll probably die from the results of a jack move

Don't be the jacker Sinister fool

White muthafuckas complain about robberies

But they never complain about poverty

Got their nose in the air for what they got

Don't even think about comin to WATTS

Not even for a visit [?]

I wish they stay the fuck out of our business

But if they come that's a [?]

Cause I draw down and say:'fool brake yourself'

I don't want just cash

I want your gold, your car and a piece of the wife's ass

Now get your punk-ass on and I advise

Not to never come back stay the fuck off the East Side



[KIM ARMSTRONG]  

Bumpin on the East Side

Pumpin on the East Side

(stay the fuck off the East Side)

You don't know a thang about the East Side

Bumpin on the East Side

Pumpin on the East Side

(stay the fuck off the East Side)

You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side



[SINISTER]

Now I'ma rather ruthless, danger is kinda fellow

Born and raised in the muthafuckin ghetto

It's fame I want and ya know I might get some

But I won't forget where I came from

Fool, I can't leave my homeboys strugglin

Nigga I'm a dog so you know what's happenin

[barks]

Where I come from find no other place

To get no rougher, I'm a South Central muthafucka

Peelin caps is what I do for a living

Multiple gunshots wounds is what I'm giving

The suckers who get punked up like a godamned ballon

That is when my Gat goes *BOOM*

To your cap and peel your shit back, fool

That's what you get for wearin the wrong hat

Suckers get wounded

Wanna play me like a fuckin piano

I turn around and play 'em like a banjo

I know you didn't think that I can fade ya

But I can fade the muthafucka that fade ya

You talk shit and think you gonna get a pass

You'll slimp and I'ma bank that ass 

Cause of the Y the O the U the N the G

The M the O the double muthafuckin B -Young Mobbs

The niggas that don't give a fuck 

Cause a dog is a hog and a punk is a shot

Cops that patrole South Central 

Always talk the shit but don't know what the fuck they get in to

Yo, they must want static and I'll spray they ass

With the fully automatic AK, fool

And I bet that the bulletproof vest won't help you

Don't get quiet now, talk up

And feel the results of a walk-up

You punk muthafuckas better slack up

Cause I don't give a fuck if you go 'n get your back up

Simply a massacre a hell of a joy ride

I'm tellin you G ya can't fuck with the East Side



[KIM ARMSTRONG x3]

Bumpin on the East Side

Pumpin on the East Side

(stay the fuck off the East Side)

You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side

Bumpin on the East Side

Pumpin on the East Side

(stay the fuck off the East Side)

You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side