Death Row East lyrics - Nas

Yeah, yeah hold up

KD2 shit

Ayy hold up, c'mon, 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'm a hard hitter

Rolex clocks and killers

Holdin' the order

I'm prayin' God delivers

I had run-ins with Suge

Niggas woulda' been shook

At the height of the beef they started Death Row East

Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's

Notorious label the story was made in the streets

Now it's real life movies

Rest in peace ill Will

Let's talk about it

We the smartest not the loudest

Came up out the project houses

Where they resort to violence

Hennessy bottles on the curb

Lil' niggas tryin' to serve

Let's talk about it

Back when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this

Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall

Buncha' 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'm a hard hitter

Rolex clocks and killers

Holdin' the order

I'm prayin' God delivers

I had run-ins with Suge

Niggas woulda' been shook

At the height of the beef they started Death Row East

Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my G's

Notorious label the story was made in the streets

History lessons

Keep it on record

Let's talk about it

'Cause when you got a story real as mine you can't leave nothin' out it

Let's take you back to 9-6, diamonds and Mac 10's

Lookin' thru a fresh lens

Everything I know now, wish I knew back then

Like it was only so much time left

Before Machiavelli the Don left

Booked a flight, flying out West

We was trying to 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 Edi, Napoleon and all the innovators

We had respect before we was ever some entertainers

See Suge, he was a dangerous threat

MOB almost turned half of New York red

Brothers I grew up with threw up their 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 didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect

I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac

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