Death Row East Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, hold up

KD2 shit (Hit-Boy)

Ayy hold up, come on, whoa



Right back at this

Right back

Right back, hold up, whoa



High on life, drunk off dark liquor

Shit gettin’ eerie like I threw on Thriller

Bitch, I am a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers

Holdin’ the order, I am prayin’ God delivers



I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook

At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East

Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs

Notorious label, the story was made in the streets



Now it is real-life movies

Rest in peace, Ill Will



Let is talk about it

We the smartest, not thе loudest, came up out the projеct houses

Where they resort to violence

Hennessy bottles on the curb, lil’ niggas tryna serve

Let is talk about it



Back when Jungle told Pac, "It is on" soon as we walk up out this

Picket signs, Outlawz outside the music hall

Bunch of ghetto superstars really down to lose it all

Both sides was thuggin'



But when you in my city, you know how we comin’

Animals in the field and most of ‘em clutchin’

When you livin’ this rugged, that come with repercussions, look



High on life, drunk off dark liquor

Shit gettin’ eerie like I threw on Thriller

Bitch, I am a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers

Holdin’ the order, I am prayin’ God delivers



I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would have been shook

At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East

Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs

Notorious label, the story was made in the streets



History lessons

Keep it on record



Let is talk about it

'Cause when you got a story real as mine, you can not leave nothin’ out it

Let is take you back to ‘96, diamonds and MAC 10’s

Lookin’ through a fresh lens

Everything I know now, wish I knew back then

Like it was only so much time left



Before Makaveli the Don left

Booked a flight, flying out West

We was tryna squash the whole shit in Vegas

No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers

Eric B, Big D, and 'Preme was affiliated



Peace to E.D.I., Napoleon, and all the innovators

We had respect before we was ever some entertainers

See Suge, he was a dangerous threat

M.O.B. almost turned half of New York red

Brothers I grew up with threw up they sets



Some even had them Death Row chains hang off their necks

There's a rumor that spread I’d like to address

Pac was never set up by Stretch (Let it rest)

I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct

He did not disrespect, we planned to reconnect



I flew to Vegas to shoot the "Street Dreams" video and link with 2Pac. Tried to squash the East Coast/West Coast beef. We didn’t talk, but he was still alive in the hospital. And it rained that day in Vegas. Rest In Power



Chill out, chill out, yo. This is my nigga Nas and we both got one thing in common. We both repre