Berius E

Hit JFK, fucking with nine trays. The homies wooed me up at the airport and Hit the highway. Heading uptown, gang sliding, Chucking up big beats. Never knew cross Atlantic, got me some real peace. Up top out with the nellies, shout outs to G-Weed. Same shit back at home with the activities. Burner in the stash spot, watching for lows. Ride around the city while I'm working my hoes. I'm a motherfucking player like Philmo. Don't give me money, make me happy like Gilmo. Dice games and the checks, what they hitting for? They say the Whoops took over back in '94 For cracks. East to west connection, baby. It's serious, So brazy, So brazy. East to west connection, baby. It's serious, So brazy, So brazy. I'm out in Valley with my whole set. With no debts, I'm a known vet. It's no sweat, my dogs hold TECs. Hey, worry me though, I need a whole brick. Already smoking at the port, I brought my own Zip. West side nellies bumming, wooed me in the G ride. Take me to the hood, you know I got a view to beehive. Six deep, strapped in the rental, you know how We ride. Soon as niggas see me, they woke Up and throw the P high. Hef, can you please stop puffing la-la? PY try, I'm a thug, I'ma die high. In my hood, we hop out, we don't do The drive-bys. I'm connected in the streets like I'm In a Wi-Fi. Super villain floating through the turf, Shout out to my Millers. Only fucking with them Niggas that be banging, robbing, stealing, killing. I be smoking gas, sipping dirty with my looney Jeans. Tell 'em get into a bag or post It pistol be. East connection, baby. It's serious, So brazy, So brazy. East to west connection, baby. It's serious, So brazy.