N.s.e.w. Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West 

Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice 

Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool 

So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit'it 

Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it 

Through the Chi like North, North, South, South 

Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth 

In the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest 

Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter 

Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka 

Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas 

Back in the bricks wit that good 

Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp 

All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at) 

Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O's, I got Air phones for those hos 

And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor 

So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take course 

Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport 

See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay 

And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys 

East side, whole Masterfield rainbow 

Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow 

Good wood, not wastin that payroll 

Five hos trapped, boys got rapers 

My size got air nigga rep that 

We ride, rock sells and I bet that 

Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch 

Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick 

Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout 

Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot 

Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track 

It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back 

Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book 

Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk 

If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though 

2-0 Represent East side ho