Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside  Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin    [Goldie Loc]  Dope dealers, to the fullest  I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets  Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks  Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up  Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest  Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this  No need to be a punk just dump when I say so  Empty the clip another block let's go  I don't give a fuck about some posted what  So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up  We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin  We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin  The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops  If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop  That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks  You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up  Just blast for me, and I'ma blast for you  When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'ma mash for you  That's on the real homeboy don't let me down  I clown homeboy and I bang the pound    HOOK: Tray Deee  We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz  And when we come through real niggas stand beside us  Killers, cutthroats, and knivers  Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors  (repeat)    [Tray Deee]  I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days  Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang  Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes  Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines  On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard  Got jugs of water buried all across my yard  One time on my line tryin ta find a cause  Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls  Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down  But I done made it too far to stop now  Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger  No hope for those who come to close to the chamber  Bitches lovin I'ma gangster so fuck it  No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket  Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work  First look, say I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf  High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street  Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet  It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul  Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial  Aim is to be famous wit major loot  A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops  And everybody know the eastside the craziest  So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this    HOOK 2X