Yo, I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers
I got killers on the Eastside
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
Yo, I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top
27 ki's, that's one point three-five
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster
Mr. Telephone Man
For bricks all the time
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a rider
And killers on the Westside
760 in a Nautica color
The feds is tappin' my line
I got killers on the Eastside
These hoes be lovin' you, pushin' a vehicle
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster
Goin' hard body like a nigga in Comstock
One house had bricks, the other had weed
I got killers on the Eastside
And killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me 'cause I'm a gangster
Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
Southside niggaz they feel me
Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok
645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
And killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry
Southside niggaz they feel me
Yo, I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel
And killers on the Westside
I got killers on the Eastside
That's why your bitch on my dick suckin' pubic hairs
I got killers on the Eastside
Every time I dial my connects numbers
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
Like Qusay and Usay, Saddam's sons
Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns
This that gangster shit
I got killers on the Eastside
Southside niggaz they feel me
I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
And killers on the Westside
Picked her up in my BMW
Now we gettin' rich and the paper don't stop
Tryin' to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Down South niggaz they feel me
The feds got a hit when I'm makin' my next sale, I'm hot
This that rider shit
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
When I'm rollin' on mine ain't no room for rubber
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese
And killers on the Westside
