Eastside Philthy Rich & Peezy (Ft. Jim Jones)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I don't use pens, but let me write about it
I got niggas in the pen that's doing life for [?]
Niggas that I won't see again, that lost they life about it
Shit run deep, so I don't sleep [?]
And all the cold nights that we had no heater
In the lobby [?] white with a cold heater
You know the rules, we only serve them if they knew them
[?] if they blew him
Must have had it coming to him, they said he didn't die
Had some perks running through him
[?]
Tryna kill him where he live
The beef never die, they even drilling at the kid
We was guarantied to make [?]
[?] guarantied to hit the profit
Running fast bitch, I hit the steps like Usain
Now this nigga pull up to the [?] and I'm [?]
My memory good, I'll take you back to the 80's
Mama in the kitchen, cooking crack as a baby
[?] when they was getting that D
The same thing the [?] did in the D
So we still get the chetter, like we getting the keef
And my hood is [?]
[?] life
Now say a prayor [?]