eastside. eastside hoe this our anthem
dealer got the coke for all the snorters and the shooters
i ain't talkin' 'bout computers
d.e.c. eastside hoe we back on the grind
if i'm in the trap i like to pack a mack or a 9
in a place called spanish trace
in a second you can vanish
dead and gon' without a trace
for boomin' out the back of south deca'
man i wouldn't be caught there without a z atleast a half
they had the t's on friday night's
and if the car ain't got no shoes
i can't say i'm ridin' right
who turn tricks and suck dick
and when i went to see her
i would always have a full clip
one been through some rappin' lands
call the twins from jagged edge
and i will rep the d.e.c. til' it ain't no breath in me
flexo's or macavee see. i'm so decatur
i talk that dope slang folk
treat my hoes like my pistols
if you think someone else
could spit the game so trill and get they shit off the shelf
niggaz think they so fire
well i'ma full alarm blaze
this that eastside shit dog
and our hands in all the car folk
it's all stuntin' in the dec. dog that's rule #1
ya see more niggaz touchin' rims then a game of 21
i'm so street if i get shot i'd probably bleed concrete
try to understand while they follow every word
while they put me on a pedastile and worship what i say
i-dub out that eastside and this is how we pray
i'm straight out the dec. no one is better
niggaz claim i changed my style
but i only changed the letters
i'm from atlanta where we brawl and we fight
when you ever heard me rhyme and it was only aiight
the only one that could be king
don't believe me we can hit the deck and do it for real
got these bitches kissin' us off
fake rappers sound like bad blaoww's
and you still won't be d.t.p. basically y'all faggots
ain't no killa's on the payroll cause we do it for fun