Tekst:
East West Blame

place where I can slumber against the fall of this world Who you gonna blame Everywhere I go Gotta find someone to give the abuse Gotta pass off the blame, you gotta blame

streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North

yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin' It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West

That`s more stuntin but we hustlin like its do or die We poppin bottles with these championship rings, models & thangs, monogers & brains We bring a few to the east & west

oh oh bling I'm a spit it till I really can't spit it no more Nothin' changed, cell phone still 314 No the dertty ain't movin' nann East West coast I

that? You know it's the Almighty, mighty Blackjack Mos Def K West There go people Get this shit off ya chest North to the south To the east, to the west

10) Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker! (And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh. I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas. (Nope.) East coast, west

my health Everyday I express myself with a dope lyric From my inner spirit, then I share it with others As they hear me, enhancin East and West, overseas

Haa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity Put holes in niggas, real pretty Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty I give