East Side Soldier Dru Down (Ft. Pooh-Man, Seagram & Yukmouth)

Verse 1 *(Seagram)*

Uh
Sweatin in the kitchen
Cookin 3 chickens
I'm Chef Boyardee
When it comes to a ki
43 OZ's is what I see
Everytime fa sho
Latex glove so it don't get into my pores
Hardcore to the marrow
4-5 barrell
Yo my dinero
Is bein stacked an packed away for a rainy day
I slang caine
Mayne through the Bay
Hey!
A-K's is packed on the regular
Funk my competitors
And the predators
Who like to plot my riches and my misses
But she packs a duce-duce Gucchi really misses
Suspicious
Niggas didn't flip the pain
You couldn't watch Scarface to get this game
Or the Godfather
Or New Jack City
I'm from the crew with no pity
The 60's like Ripley's
'Believe It Or Not' I'm top notch
Sippin on scotch on rocks
And it won't stop
I stay down an ready for my fedi
No matter the cost
The Chevy I floss
See Eddie's the boss
I get crossed by the pigs
I can smell the sweet aroma
You didn't know 6-9 was in no cahoots
Try to warn ya
About fuckin wit my paper route
I got major clout
Throughout
The south
The north
The west and the east
It's the Seag struttin nigga
Gettin more than a piece of the pie
The sky's the limit
It's the authentic 6-9 apostile
Makin niggas seek the gospal