Sinister - The East Side Lyrics

(feat. Kim Armstrong)

[barks & singing]

[SINISTER]
Born in the middle of danger
Now I'm trapped in a cell
But it's more like a chamber
I got a murder so my life is thru
But a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do
[barks]
Especially when you're livin on the East Side
Gotta be strapped and ready for a muthaf*ckin homicide
Drive-byes happen day by day
Get caught in a spray by saint with the AK
One Time swoop cause they try to pop ya
3 seconds later there's a muthaf*ckin helicopter
In the air with their lights on pride
But they can't catch a nigga in a night
Who is runnin for his life
But y'all niggas keep on tryin
Cause punk muthaf*ckas gonna keep on dyin
As long as they shift their asshole get wripped
With my sawed-off pump make 'em do a backflip
War is not the answer
But if you're on the East Side
I bet you don't die of cancer
You'll probably die from the results of a jack move
Don't be the jacker Sinister fool
White muthaf*ckas complain about robberies
But they never complain about poverty
Got their nose in the air for what they got
Don't even think about comin to WATTS
Not even for a visit [?]
I wish they stay the f*ck out of our business
But if they come that's a [?]
Cause I draw down and say:'fool brake yourself'
I don't want just cash
I want your gold, your car and a piece of the wife's ass
Now get your punk-ass on and I advise
Not to never come back stay the f*ck off the East Side

[KIM ARMSTRONG]
Bumpin on the East Side
Pumpin on the East Side
(stay the f*ck off the East Side)
You don't know a thang about the East Side
Bumpin on the East Side
Pumpin on the East Side
(stay the f*ck off the East Side)
You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side

[SINISTER]
Now I'ma rather ruthless, danger is kinda fellow
Born and raised in the muthaf*ckin ghetto
It's fame I want and ya know I might get some
But I won't forget where I came from
Fool, I can't leave my homeboys strugglin
Nigga I'm a dog so you know what's happenin
[barks]
Where I come from find no other place
To get no rougher, I'm a South Central muthaf*cka
Peelin caps is what I do for a living
Multiple gunshots wounds is what I'm giving
The suckers who get punked up like a godamned ballon
That is when my Gat goes *BOOM*
To your cap and peel your shit back, fool
That's what you get for wearin the wrong hat
Suckers get wounded
Wanna play me like a f*ckin piano
I turn around and play 'em like a banjo
I know you didn't think that I can fade ya
But I can fade the muthaf*cka that fade ya
You talk shit and think you gonna get a pass
You'll slimp and I'ma bank that ass
Cause of the Y the O the U the N the G
The M the O the double muthaf*ckin B -Young Mobbs
The niggas that don't give a f*ck
Cause a dog is a hog and a punk is a shot
Cops that patrole South Central
Always talk the shit but don't know what the f*ck they get in to
Yo, they must want static and I'll spray they ass
With the fully automatic AK, fool
And I bet that the bulletproof vest won't help you
Don't get quiet now, talk up
And feel the results of a walk-up
You punk muthaf*ckas better slack up
Cause I don't give a f*ck if you go 'n get your back up
Simply a massacre a hell of a joy ride
I'm tellin you G ya can't f*ck with the East Side

[KIM ARMSTRONG x3]
Bumpin on the East Side
Pumpin on the East Side
(stay the f*ck off the East Side)
You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side
Bumpin on the East Side
Pumpin on the East Side
(stay the f*ck off the East Side)
You don't know a thang 'bout the East Side