作曲 : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ...
Who run these streets? 
Love Thug 
Beats? Ruff 
Spoken, Guns 
Speak, Blood 
Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, 
Not a question, 
Busta Tests 
I got rest 'em 
Catch 'Em 
Slippin, in the hood or the mall 
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, 
I'm good with the 
Doggs Fuck 
Talkin', Chuck 
Walkin' in my khakis 
Rag Swangin', 
Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me 
Eastsider, 
Ruff Ryder loved by the masses 
We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' 
Insane 20 gang, anything killa, 
Tracy Davis, 
Hair Raises, 
Goldie Loc 
The Stealer 
Gang Lock 
Down, We Cant 
Stop Now, 
Get in the way of villan and 
Tray spray hot rounds 
Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? 
Here we do this shit for sport 
This CRIP [Chorus] 
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, 
Better Not try us, 
Touch ya like 
Midas Ruff 
Rydaz, Ride with 
Eastsidaz, 
Bustaz bow down to crown, the 
Royal Highness 
Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks 
Dippin with the 
Jags and '
Lacs Eastsidaz roll with 
Ruff Rydaz 
Try to step aside us or get right behind us [Styles] 
When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is 
Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence 
Its an Eastsider, 
Ruff Ryder thing, 
Why you mad at me? 
Holdin on an 
AK, puffin' on some 
Cali weed 
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me 
Yellow and 
Purple Ears, tryin' to see 
Shaq's Salary 
D-Block Gang, 
Ruff Ryder 
Mafia, Make 
Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya 
Bounce like 
I'm Hydrolics (Hydrolics), 
And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars 
Asked if I'm a gang member? 
Fuck nah, 
I'm a gang leader 
Boss to the boss and 
I bang heaters 
And you dont wanna see my arm jerk 
Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt 
And this one is for my 
Cali niggaz 
Eastsiders, 
Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] 
I never write raps like a song can make me 
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me 
Cause I'm a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt 
Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work 
Nigga Q keep it 
Pimpin, I'm 'a keep it 
Crippin' (Crippin') 
Me and Dip 
Dippin, Dogg tha 
Police Trippin' 
Im an Eastside 
Ryde or Die 
Nigga And 
I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz 
Sippin on 
Sans call me lil 
Bit A down to earth brother, 
Gang Bangin' and rappin' 
Fake Blow 
Joes not hoppin' 
Lo-Lo's Im tired of you bustaz and fake 
C-O's You can ask 
Deal Dogg,
Motherfuckin' 
Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops 
Look Cuz, 
This game dont give me my cheese, 
Im 'a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve [Chorus]