(feat. Kokane, Mobb Deep)



[Prodigy]

Come on man, Eastsidaz



[Goldie Loc]

Eastside...



[Prodigy]

Infamous Mobb



[Tray Deee]

Infamous Mobb Deep



[Verse 1: Prodigy, Tray Deee]

Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its P

You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid

If you did,you wouldn't get far enough to bag

I put my guns to work on your bitch ass

Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game

Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin

Fuck it, I'll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom

These niggas gon learn to respect the P-Dub

I don't take no shit off of nobody

No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party

Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied

Thats how hearts get took, pride get damaged

Lives is shedded, fuckin wit these east side niggas

We teach y'all niggas bout this murder shit

We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P

Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G



[Tray Deee]

Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues

Fools loud mouth we all about spittin them tools

From the coast of the locs were the Gs was born

And we raise up B.G.s to keep it goin

In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone

Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on

Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise

Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys

Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz

Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug

Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas

You other muthafuckas can't concieve our structures

The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P.

Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks

Stay mashin on bustas not givin a fuck



[Chorus: Snoop Dogg, Kokane]

Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep

We connected

From the West to the East

Connected

Oh what you got beef?

Connected

Run up on ya while ya sleep

Stay connected

My nephews play wit keeps

We connected

From the West to the East

Connected

Blast ya ass in the streets

We connected

Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep

Stay connected

For life



[Kokane] Yeah [x30]



[Verse 2: Havoc, Goldie Loc]



[Havoc]

Connect wit my dogs be that serious shit

Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang

Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs

And pressure to that ass we apply those thangs

Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours

Its a cold ,cold, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg

Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy

Fuck around and you'll be up in the morgue

Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin the picture

Of a wise young man who didn't get the picture

We keep it gangsta nigga, don't get it twisted nigga

Cross me nigga, you'll wind up a missin nigga

QB and we trully, rep for ours

Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips

When it came to this game though we changed the shit

And fuck who you wit, its what you up in the club but yo



[Goldie Loc]

Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s

Tryna take mines, you'll be a dead muthafucka

Come up short, wit yo life on support

Burnin rubber down the street in a black super spoke

Fo' pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome

Gun powder on my clothes when I smacked him in his nose

Real talk, show you how to walk the walk

All black all times when I scheme and stalk

Its somethin about bein a cold blooded killa

I'm bananas my nigga, like a black ass guerilla

I'm G'd up, smokin all the muthafuckin weed up

Drinkin on a full cup nigga



[Chorus]



[Snoop Dogg]

Yeah, defintely connected

How you love that?

Uh, like I said you can't spell the West wit out the ES

East side up eastsidaz

From QB to the LB

You see what I see and G how I G

Feel me?

Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the old fashioned way

Alchemist...

Uh, yeah-yay