Lyrics
Yeah, it's a cold night, streets are quiet,
But we rollin’ deep, ready for the riot,
Black car creeping, low in the dark,
We’re coming for the crown, finna make our mark.
(Verse 1)
Pull up slow, tinted windows, bass in the back,
Riding four deep in that all-black Cadillac,
Cruising through the streets where the hustlers play,
East Side America, it's judgment day.
They see us coming, they know the sign,
We ain't here to talk, we ain't here to rhyme,
But when the crowd gathers, the game is clear,
Mic in my hand, death in the rearview mirror.
(Chorus)
East Side showdown, we came for the thrill,
A battle on the block, we came for the kill,
No guns needed, just words that cut,
Ripping through the air, they know what’s up.
(Verse 2)
They step up first, talkin' all that smack,
Tryna act tough, but their rhymes don’t pack,
We let ‘em have their moment, we let ‘em spit,
But when it’s our turn, you know we don’t quit.
I grab the mic, like I’m holdin' a blade,
Slice through the silence, feel the tension fade,
Spitting fire, every line’s a shot,
One by one, they know what we got.
(Bridge)
The crowd is shifting, feeling our heat,
Our words like bullets, aimed at their beat,
Their confidence cracks, you can see it in their eyes,
We came for a battle, but they didn't realize.
(Chorus)
East Side showdown, we came for the thrill,
A battle on the block, we came for the kill,
No guns needed, just words that cut,
Ripping through the air, they know what’s up.
(Verse 3)
We’re spitting truth, raw and unfiltered,
No fabricated tales, just real-life scriptures,
From the blocks to the corners, we paint it vivid,
Each word a reflection of the life we live in.
They tried to step, but couldn’t hold the line,
We took the crown with every rhyme,
The East Side’s watching, they know who’s king,
Ain't no retreat when you step in this ring.
(Outro)
So we drive off slow, back in that black ride,
With the city behind us, and pride by our side,
We didn't need guns, just a mic and a beat,
To prove who’s the hardest, out here on the street.
(Chorus)
East Side showdown, we came for the thrill,
A battle on the block, we came for the kill,
No guns needed, just words that cut,
Now the East Side knows, who runs this stuff.
(Outro Spoken)
Yeah, they thought they could test us,
But we came ready, all heat, no fuss,
Respect the game, respect the name,
We came, we saw, we conquered. Ain't nothing the same.
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