Eastside lyrics

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I don't use pens, but let me write about it
I got n*ggas in the pen that's doing life for [?]
n*ggas that I won't see again, that lost they life about it
sh*t run deep, so I don't sleep [?]
And all the cold nights that we had no heater
In the lobby [?] white with a cold heater
You know the rules, we only serve them if they knew them
[?] if they blew him
Must have had it coming to him, they said he didn't die
Had some perks running through him
[?]
Tryna kill him where he live
The beef never die, they even drilling at the kid
We was guarantied to make [?]
[?] guarantied to hit the profit
Running fast b*tch, I hit the steps like Usain
Now this n*gga pull up to the [?] and I'm [?]
My memory good, I'll take you back to the 80's
Mama in the kitchen, cooking crack as a baby
[?] when they was getting that D
The same thing the [?] did in the D
So we still get the chetter, like we getting the keef
And my hood is [?]
[?] life
Now say a prayor [?]
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
In my neighborhood I'm a legend
Kicked out of school at 7, caught my first case at 11
Now [?] and I was her first born
[?] but she was a woman scorned
Used to live with my teacher, my daddy wasn't around
Wasn't chearing in the bleachers when I caught my first touchdown
[?] my mama wouldn't give me nothing
My stepdaddy was too high, he was smoking up all the money
A prodict of the streets, I was running through them with no cleets
Went to school in North Oakland, the only n*gga from the east
Never went to class, I used to play in the hallways
Where I met my first love, we still friends to this day
No cap and goun, graduated from the corner
Real n*gga resume take the place of my deploma
Addicted to the block, and in love with the streets
Moral to the story, if you believe, you can acheav

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Knew I was special when they birthed me
I moved to my mama crib at 13
Roaches in the fruity pebbles when we go to eat
You ain't seen no sh*t 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
Go to school smelling like [?]
f*ck this, there gotta be a better way for me
Only eastside n*gga in the whole school
I was forsed to share clothes with my old dude
My brother worked at Chaps, I wore all the shoes
Hardest times of my life, they got harder too
I ain't graduate, cause I ain't had sh*t
But n*gga balling now, that's in the past tence
Life gave me lemons, I made lemonade
All they see is n*ggas shining, they don't see the pain