The street of E$O
Money is the motive in the streets of Ea$t Oakland power in the gun keep a nigga stay posted mobbing on the track keep a nigga stay gassing brains in the motive keep a nigga with cash born in the summer like Im raised in the winter cause the ice on my wrist shine like a dam freezer cold hearted cause hot and hot headed cause im scandalous and the journey that I'm facing will leave a nigga and a casket.
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