Lyrics Eastside - Peezy , Philthy Rich , Jim Jones

Jim Jones
I don't use pens but let me write about it
I got niggas in the pen that's doing life about it
Niggas that I won't see again and lost their life about it
Shit run deep so I don't sleep plenty nights about it
And all the cold nights that we had no heater
In the lobby pumping white with a cold heater
You know the rules we'd only serve em they knew em
But my thoughts (?) he must deserved it if they blew em
Must of had it coming to him
They said he didn't die had some percs running through him
The nigga still lived
Now the niggas running to him
Trying to kill him where he live
The beef never died
They even drilling at they kids, shit but
We was guaranteed to hit the target
Cops come shit we guaranteed to hit the projects
Running fast bitch I hit the steps like Usain
Now this nigga pull up to the 'jects and I'm (Mussein?)
My memory good I take you back to the 80's
Momma in the kitchen cooking crack as a baby
My block had the (ball?) when they was getting that D
The same thing the cheddar boyz I did in the D
So we still getting the cheddar like we getting the key
In my hood it's not too many that did it like me
Well maybe Baby Mayne and my nigga (Lype?)
And let's say a pray cuz they died in this vicíous life
Hey it's Philthy nigga
In my neighborhood I'm a legend
Kicked out of school at seven
Caught my first case at eleven
Now Sheila couldn't raise me and I was her firstborn
She ain't had no experience but she was the women scoring
Used to live with my teacher
My daddy wasn't around
He wasn't cheering in the bleachers
When I caught my first touchdown
Jordan's was too high
And my momma wouldn't give me nothing
My step daddy was too high
He was smoking up all the money
A product of the streets
I was runnin through em with no cleats
Went to school in North Oakland
The only nigga from the East (it's Philthy nigga)
Never went to class
I used to play the hallways
That's where I met my first love we still friends to this day
No cap n gown I graduated from the corner
Real nigga resume take the place of my diploma
Addicted to the block and in love with the streets
Moral to the story if you believe you can achieve (it's Philthy)
(Peezy)
You know sometimes shit get a little rough in life
But you know, you gotta stand tall and fight through it all my baby
Shit get greater later (Hey)
Knew I was special when they birthed me
I moved out my momma crib at thirteen
Roaches in the Fruity Pebbles when we go to eat
You ain't seen no shit like this in your worst dreams
Moved to my granny crib on the west
She ain't have a lot but she did her best
Goin to school smellin like kerosene
Fuck this, it gotta be a better way for me
Only east side nigga in the whole school
I was forced to share clothes with my old dude
My brother worked at champs I wore all the shoes
Hardest times of my life and they got harder too
I ain't graduate cuz I ain't had shit
A nigga balling now that's in the past tense
Life gave me limits I made lemonade
All they see is niggas shining but don't see the pain