East 1999

Layzie
East 1999 my !
Think about back in the days when the year was '89. Little nigg* on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9. Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod J--much love, kept a nigg* on his toes in the game. It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the heartbeat of from the Land fool, and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. fkin' with trues. Rest In Peace, little nigg* Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigg* Mo Thug callin' all my when it's time to nut 'em. In the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a nigg* come from, slangin' them dum-dums.

Krayzie
it's goin' down, up in the C-Town. Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigg* with the bud (bud). Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty. Raise up, nigg*. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. nigg*, don't stiff on the reefer. Mo! runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this s**t is creeper. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. Cops sweatin' me block. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bulls**t stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, roll solo, split up, and swerve. Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land. My , it's crazy. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigg*, that's daily. Who the nigg* with the twelve gauge? Pump. It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray. Eternally thugsta. East 1999 where We Roll with the devil.

Bizzy
Gotta give P's to them SCT's! and I roll, big thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose. Rippin' up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. fck them po-po. Lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger be bailin' out with me. Roll up the window. The wind blow, fkin' my indo, why that hittin' me? Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous up outta the woods, buckin', no fkin' with the family. Now feel a nigg*, understand me. Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs. East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muth*fkin' drugs.

Flesh
Done-done, leavin' the stunned, c*ck & pop with-ah-me gun. They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung. Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta b*tch! Trick they get picked. I'm hittin' the s**t, and I split in the midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect to them SCT's from C-L-E. We're scandalous that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin' the trail of the blood victims. The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'. And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigg* me dyin', and steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on over. See the Bone'll be never sober. told you, triggers showed you. East 9-9. Five soldiers.

Wish
Murder one, redrum! Try to run and get away, but it's just too late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fkin' face! Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Don't start no s**t. We come equipped, so , stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'. Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves.

Wish Layzie & Krayzie

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. run *4
East 99 East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine *8