[Prode'je]
Eastside and Westside riders
(Gangsters)

Cartel gang, ^!$$%
(Fo' life)
What set you from?

"S.C.C."

[VERSE 1: Prode'je]

Gees tryin to move but some ^!$$%s wanna trip
Slide through yo hood bustin hollow-point tips
Eastside rider, locs without a doubt fo' the funk

Like the House Of Pain the fools 'jump'
Makin these fleas cease, ^!$$%s fleece for the piece
Double up on that $$# like five g's

Ease down the Cartel road with my ^!$$%s in a 4
Lookin for the busters à la mode
Nada, suckin for your $#&@in chin-checkin

Swervin through the Manchester intersection
Next in line for the $$#-whippin - on a dime
The West coast stays on your mind - the line

Is thin, I'm in for the win so you lose
Original like Chuck T shoes
Who wanna dis the rider

Light a sucker up like the 4th
And leave him burnt toast


[CHORUS]
Busters don't know but I'm a Eastside rider, rider
(And if I catch you trippin, yo $$# is gone)

And ^!$$%s don't know that I'm a Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, yo $$# is gone)
You get your $$# bumped by the Eastside rider, rider

(And if I catch you trippin, yo $$# is gone)
And get your $$# $#&@ed by the Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, that $$# is gone)


[VERSE 2: Havikk the Rhime Son]
Skatin down the 110, it's hot as $#&@

Khakis on crease, pavements $#&@ed up my Chucks
Flossin on the chip Motorola, hit the off-ramp bangin


Jesse Owens Park, neighborhood's out hangin
Glock on my hip, ^!$$%, Westside gees
Easin through the breeze, spinnin on gold d's

Cavi-ass gangsta, nickel-plate-packer
Mark-ass-subtracter, anybody-blaster
I'm bouts to put that $$# in a lynch

Marinate that $$# on the curb like a (*##$
Rhime Son regulatin things like Hussein, I'ma getcha
Yeah, and let these nine slugs get witcha

Dippin on a off-ramp, Rhime Son ain't nothin nice
A gangsta down to put that $$# on some ice
I'm posted with the info aimed at your temple

It's simple for I to throw up Westside

[CHORUS]


[VERSE 3: Young Prod]
On a mission dippin, ratatat like that

Desert Eagle eager to lay yo $$# down flat
For my scratch, knockin ^!$$%s out like I was Michael
Mack-10 got ^!$$%s' brains blowin in the wind

Holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky
On the d-l don't love em cause ^!$$%s been tryin to jack me
Stackin ends, fetti, a ^!$$% get ready to roll

Park the bucket, $#&@ it, ^!$$% get ready to stroll
Walkin up the streets heated, money green gleam in my eye
Wanted to low-ride so I tried

To sell cavi but %#@! was too slow
So now I'm lookin for that fo'-do' lo-lo
Slow mo' West coast rider Eastsider

I'ma put it inside ya when I find ya
I'm behind ya and you're kinda scared
So be prepared, or shake the spot if you're scared


[CHORUS]

[Cutting up of]
"Get yo $$# beat"