[Voice]

In your mothafuckin ass

ooh this some mothafuckin gangsta shit



[Bad Boy]

Welcome to the Eastside wit 40's and glocks

homies are riders non stop

Any open fire, jus drop block

you fuckin wit hot shots who keep a stash up in the box

They love to get off, they pull it out for the block

whether it's gang bangin or not

Hop in the ride makin it hop

takin your bitches top off makin her hot

Haters will flop for tryin to snitch us out to the cops

they on the phone [tryin to give up a drug spot]

Man you bitches never change, droppin dimes, spillin the game

Won't be satisified til all my homies are locked in a cage

But fucked that, we be cocked wit a guage

buck shots with a rage

Keep the pieces on razor blades you bitch made

bet you afraid to get your house on spray

You know it's retaliation within a couple of days

them criminal ways

Catchin cases in violent days, it pays to pay

pay your lawyers and havin nice days



[Chorus: Ese Brown]

It's our criminal ways, catchin cases from paper chases

It's our criminal ways, gats, brass knuckles and razor blades







I'm cool wit Ese's who got AKs and cases, cut off Dickes and fat laces

[2]



[Ese Brown]

This is for my gang bang dippin they cigirettes in the dank glass

Homies liftin and lettin they pants sag, gats in their hand bags

Bitches wit bandanas and gang tats, stuff in they pants

Help us some way if they man ask

Homie wit the continnental kids in the back, puffin them sacks

Poppin them caps, hoppin regals and cadaliacs

Haters get mad, we sent them straight to they backs

And tell em, mothafucka yeah whats up with that

Gangstas get mad because of the shit they never had

Homies got