Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eastside Ninjas
Performer
ABK
Performer
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Performer
Twiztid
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Clemmie Lowery
Composer
Christopher Rouleau
Composer
Paul Methric
Composer
Jamie Spaniolo
Composer
Lyrics
You must got me confused with somebody that don't go hard
Only fuck with real ones 'cause counterfeits never no part
Of what I'm doing I just be on some other next shit
Learned it the hard way, showed us what our respect get
Too far gone to correct it
You're living in the fast lane always watch the doors and the exit
You don't wanna bite it unexpected
Gotta keep a close watch, I don't give a fuck how you're connected
No hater now or later spectator perspective
Call it condescending but more or less it's subjective
My mind and opinion business infected
But we be wrecking shit so it's effective
We gon' get it
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
East side I ride moving at my own pace
Bodies drop and disappear without a trace
So swift the way we move right in your face
And always ready to bring it any time or place
Ashtrays full of aggression just burning away
Spot light slowly fading up on a broken stage
Pour out a little liquor for you and your crew
Let everybody know what we comin' to do
No hesitation, only motivation to grind
Without a care cause no one's confined
We finally sipping on a little something better than wine
We at the top of every mountain so I hope you can climb
Now hold on
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Standin' on the edge, and I leapt (And I leapt)
Got 'em waiting on the fall, but I ain't hit the ground yet
They never even heard us when we crept (When we crept)
Now everybody's nervous yeah we did that shit on purpose
Man they only take advantage if you let (If you let)
So I never let 'em know at the table how I'ma bet
I don't fuck wit none of the labels, so keep the check
Now, all I see is mostly haters up on the net
Why can't you understand we're the greatest you never met
Lie underground come from the ghetto to represent life
Fuck with me and get some money
Bitch you crazy you's a dummy
You ain't gettin' nothin' from me, cue the celebration
Man, we overcame what we was facin'
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Where one go all go, and they all know
Feeling death's cold breath on ya neck like a topical
Crewed up or solo be the same thang
Bash ya skull in 'til ya soft in the brain
My aim to maim, but this ain't no zoo, but I'm an animal
Rip your heart out, cook and eat it like a cannibal
Trust, don't wanna see me with the snub nose
Busting out the window on the block, got 'em froze
Stuck stiff stone standing firm like a statue
With six shots from the .38 comin' at you
And bitch, they can all bet that two gon' hit
And blood gone spit, it's on for life on sight, bitch (Come on)
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Pour out a sip of liquor for you and I
All for one, one for all, meaning we do or die
Four fingers in the air, that's for life
Middle finger on ice, for you bitches it's on sight
Written by: Christopher Rouleau, James Clemmie Lowery, Jamie Spaniolo, Paul Methric

