Buddha Monk - East Side Story Lyrics

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[intro: buddha monk]

Allah is god we came here to travel

And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.

We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence

And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your

Own two feet what must be done? nothin you shall die

In your own inequity. i want y'all to feel me.

Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those

Who do not know themselves.

[babyface fensta]

Heat like a pressure cooker

Hard-boiled like an egg mad that they over-looked ya

Damn shit never go right for a nigga like me

All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams

Forced to re-evaluate my situation realization

I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth

The youth nowadays are color-coded minds eroded

Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962

I used to cop 'em but i had to drop 'em

Get aboard shaky ground still i roam the compound

Like the saint remember who i am

I might just rob the bank in your town

Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street

Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat

Fallin out the windows of east new york

Was knowledge understandin when i stoppin eatin pork

[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz]

Yo pictures record my wonder years

The narrator i write like diaries and journals

Layin with the bitch too much swimmin in pools of pussy

Mentally takes you out your zone i'm livin un-satisfied

My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm

More suedes clark's the fonz is poetry islam is science

Project shrimp scatters the grounds whips and tyrants

Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper

Second time on this planet things tooken for granted

Advantage presto don't settle for less strictly quality garments

Yo exercise your right to bear arms peace to salute the prostitutes

Constitution precious moments in her life

From stark 8 eternal is life extremely fast

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[buddha monk]

Yo this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me

I drink bacardi to set the mind free puff trees in the black teepee

I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin

It feels like a sayonce but i'm trapped in chaos

Yo me oh my it's chaos livin in my hive

Back up back up for this time you must die

[chorus: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]

I've watched niggaz get shot rocked they cold ass locked up

In cells blocks days of our lives cheatin wives

Takin half a nigga's pie enemies in disguise

Take ya clientel ya girl and leave ya with the lies

[manly musa of zu ninjaz]

Yo my fam's royal hot like rotten camels in the desert

Drinkin rum by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil

We all loyal with big gats connect like seeds and soil bean with soil

Where all my nigga now wigs at? jim hat where shorty at with no kids at?

Like armored trucks with 25 bricks i wanna stick that

Bein broke gave me the ice grill if i can't smoke i might ill

Fight a dyke for tryin to steal

>from all my niggaz who can't grab ain't no fun robbin and can't brag

Cop grams and hand bags

That's like life with no map a dolja soldier on the wrong path

Tryin to road block the road to riches

If you got somethin maintain what you go left

'cause the only thing to fear in this world is life or death

[redz of zu ninjaz]

Yo this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam

Life's a scheme so you add it all up and got your plans to square off

Who was your man and bet this i'm reckless on your high style's check list

I dead this through bloody wars government laws iritatin like sours

But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal

Ain't no peace young ones blasted by the beast

I'm from the east where each and every teach

You'll feel it in your physical mental credentials fuck a nigga who sell

Right?

It was simple my crew leave a stain where they start

A half moon when we depart a full moon when the l sparks

You got to love it some say the good and ugly live on high society's

Made us fuck what you say they played us

9 servants but feelin better when i'm goin for life

In my man's ride that's yo' man right?

[buddha monk]

You was my a-alike 'cause stars will like to shine so bright

Now you smoke crack pipes sell ya whips for low price

Yo what's wrong with you? m-o was known for jig-able

You had a crew especially known to kill for you

Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue

How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues

That's why i sing this song i'll keep holdin on

It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms

His life's pathetic for my man nine don't even sweat it

I'ma help ya ass out no need for things but don't forget it

'cause maybe on this cross road i could take this same load

And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?

[chorus (x2)]

[outro: drunken dragon of zu manchuz]

...nigga!!!

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