E-A-SKI

E-A-SKI - Freestyle lyrics

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What up New York?

Ugh, E-A-Ski, uha

This is for my real niggaz in New York city, nigga

What's up Kay Slay?

You know, I'll get down

Westcoast, this is for these fake ass New York niggaz

Ha ha ha, let's get down to business

Ugh

Look, now let's put it all in perspective

I'm from the West Coast where there's always a death wish

Mothafuckers holler about L.A.

It's not L.A. it's the mothfuckin' Bay, nigga

Got you clowns emulatin' California

Blood and Crib ways real in this place they call California

Got you're flaggin, 64 draggin'

Niggaz stealin' slang and they add it to their own gangbangin'

And Tupac won the beats that's stompin'

He didn't like you when he was alive now you wanna jack him

Bullets distribute out like Def Jam

Let me tell you who the fuck I Am

M-R period S-K-I

Oakland California where we dry or die

You can say I'm a G no doubt

Don't quote me at all, just say the gangster is out

With a Mac and AK-47

A loaded Technine and a Nickel painted Smith & Swesson

Got the niggaz just sittin' on the roof

Hit you in back like a sniper, then shoot

They're shootin'

Yeah, for real

Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal

If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up

I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up

They're shootin'

Yeah, for real

Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal

If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up

I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up

This ain't rap dog, this is gangster

I got the niggaz runnin' up that'll shank ya

Put your face to the dirt so tough like

5 bullets to the back like Bob Mikes

Beach with V-Town, Sacks Sound

Brown, VA and of course you got Oakland

The murder capital Dog, pushin' one team

Homicides we streach you in that black ride

And my studio gangsters come and find out

Like Dr. Dre and Wrecking Crew we turn the lights out

We'll get it crackin' in this mothafucker

Where you at? - what you wanna be? ; the deficient in this mothafucker

Underline some killers and dope dealers

And Sckrillas, Terf youngsters

Be sittin' back willin' to shoot

Wrap you up like an X Pox

They don't know about your body 'til they find a little black box

Yeah, for real

Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal

If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up

I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up

They're shootin'

Yeah, for real

Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal

If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up

I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up

Ugh, Mr. Ski

Yeah, Mr.Ski

Ugh, Mr. Ski

My attitude is real rude

I put you in a situation, then I show you, you still due

You're actin' like westcoast ain't dealin' up

Everytime we did a deal ya'll niggaz get the shittin' on us

First Jayo, W.C. now I'm Mr. Ski

Now, you gotta wonder what I do just to eat!

What the streets come knockin' at the Label's door?

What the Tech lay all on the fuckin' floor?

9/11 won't be shit when it happens

There'll be 1/11/03, just imagine

So don't fool it out, it can happened

So take that day off dog, it might happened

Ski lightin, a threat through you neighborhood

Comin' through Ski Mask and, tear up your shit

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