Connected

(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 muth*fkin 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 b*tch ass
Hold up, fkin up the game
Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin
fk it, I'll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom
These gon learn to respect the P-Dub
I don't take no s**t off of nobody
No nigg*, no b*tch, 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, fkin wit these east side
We teach y'all bout this murder s**t
We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P
Kokane, wit my nigg* Snoop D-O-G-G

Tray Deee
Big hitters, wig splitters, give 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
fk 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 muth*fkas 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 fk

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 as* in the streets
We connected
Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep
Stay connected
For life

Kokane Yeah repeat 30X

Verse 2 - Havoc, Goldie Loc

Havoc
Connect wit my dogs be that serious s**t
Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang
Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs
And pressure to that as* we apply those thangs
Told you fks before, when it rains it pours
Its a cold ,cold, cold world nigg* its Doggy Dogg
Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy
fk 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 nigg*, don't get it twisted nigg*
Cross me nigg*, you'll wind up a missin nigg*
QB and we trully, rep for ours
Wars and scars, girls in a gang of whips
When it came to this game though we changed the s**t
And fk 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 muth*fka
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 nigg*, like a black as* guerilla
I'm G'd up, smokin all the muth*fkin weed up
Drinkin on a full cup nigg*

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