Connected (Feat. Mobb Deep & Kokane)

Come on man, Eastsidaz
Eastside
Infamous Mobb
Infamous Mobb Deep

Out the motherfucking depths of New York, it's P
You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid
If you did, you wouldn't get far enough to brag
I put my guns to work on your bitch ass
Hold up, niggas fuckin' up the game
Put my name in statements, cooperating with these and talkin'
Fuck it, I'll still buck 'em and gamble with my freedom
These niggas gonna learn to respect the P-Dub

I don't take no shit off of nobody
No nigga, no bitch, let's get rich and party
Let's not test my gangster, that's how you get bodied
That's how hearts get took, pride get damaged
Lives is shedded, fuckin' wit these east side niggas
We teach y'all niggas 'bout this murder shit
We got Trey Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P
Kokane and my nigga Snoop D-O double G

Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues
Fools loud mouth we all about spittin' them tools
From the coast of the locs where the Gs was born
And we raise up BGs to keep it goin'
In the alleys, not the valleys, Killa Cali the zone
Long Beach bringin' heat takin' off when it's on
Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise

Big boys play for keeps when we bring the toys
Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz
Come back for you homies as you getting you dirt dug
Congregating, operating Gs and hustlers
You other motherfuckers can't conceive our structure
The DPGC, the MOBB strictly eastside and we ride on GP
Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks
Stay mashing on busters not giving a fuck

Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
We connected
From the West to the East
Connected
Oh what, you got beef?
Connected
Run up on ya while you sleep
Stay connected

My nephews play for keeps
We connected
From the West to the East
Connected
Blast your ass in the streets
We connected
Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
Stay connected
For life!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (gangster shit)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (check it out, true gangster shit, yo)

Connect with my dogs be that serious shit
Serious things when MOB and 'sidaz bang
Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs
And pressure to that ass we apply those thangs
Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours
It's a cold, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg
Better walk or crawl (for real), cause on the real home boy
Fuck around and you'll be up in the morgue

Mums praising the lord, Rev's painting the picture
Of a wise young man who didn't get the picture
We keep it gangster nigga don't get it twisted nigga
Cross me nigga, you'll wind up a missing nigga
QB and we truly rep for ours
Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips
When it came to this game though, we changed the shit
And fuck who you with, it's what you up in the club but yo

Uzi's, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s
Tryna' take mines, you'll be a dead motherfucker
Come up short, with your life on support
Burning rubber down the street in a black super spoke
Four pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome
Gunpowder 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
It's something about being a cold-blooded killer
I'm bananas my nigga, like a black ass gorilla
I'm G'd up, smoking all the motherfucking weed up
Drinking on a full cup nigga

Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
We connected
From the West to the East
Connected
Oh what, you got beef?
Connected
Run up on you while you sleep
Stay connected

My nephews play for keeps
We connected
From the West to the East
Connected
Run up on you while you sleep
We connected
Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
Stay connected!

Yeah, definitely connected
How you love that?
Uh, like I said, you can't spell the West without 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-yeah