A Lot Of My Eastside Partners Are Dyin' Fast



And It Ain't For Natural Causes Fool They Catchin' A Blast



Tim Yogi Bruce And James



Pick Up The Newspaper Fool And It's All Familiar Names



Brothas I Grew Up With And Do Up With



Partners Killin' Partners Man That's The Cold Shit



Gots Me Spooked To Hang With The Fellas



Cause You Never Know When The Nextman's Gettin' Jealous



Cause I've Seen Some Cold Shit:



Brothas Gettin' Killed Over The Words Of A Bitch



Now Tell Me What That Be Like, Player



But In The Oaktown Ain't No Rules, Nigga



Everything's Fair, Hah!



And The Main Fact Is A Bullet



He's Got His Finger On The Trigga



And He'll Damn Sure Pull It



This Defines Ghetto Mentality, Right?



But It All So Got A Player Runnin' For His Life...




I Walked To My Homie's Funeral Last Week



Tears Rolled Down His Mama's Cheek



And It Made Me Think:



I Never Tripped When I Was Gunnin' And Funnin'



But The Things I Did In Past Got Me Duckin', Dodgin, Runnin'



And It Ain't That I'm Scared But If A Fool Starts To Blastin'



It Ain't Like I'm Gonna Stand There



See, Moms Allready Lost My Brotha



So I Keeps My Vest On When I Roam In The Gutter



But We Droppin' Like Flies



What's Goin' On The Eastside Can't Be Denied



Remember When We Used To Box?



But Nowadays We Grabbin' A.K.'s



And Be Bringin' Down The Whole Block



And Little Kids Gettin' Gaught Up In The Crossfire



Before He Reaches A Teens He's Expired



12 Years Old And It's A Damn Shame



Layin' In The Middle Of The Nearest Lane, Hah!



And It Brings Tears To My Eyes, Damn!



We Got'em Runnin' For Their Lifes..