Traduction: Doa. Guerre à l'Est.
war in the east war in the west war rumours a fly found myself penny wise and pound foolish cause with war about my troubles seem so small (chorus) it
East, my brother, to the East! [Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother, to the East! Come on! [X] To the East, my brother, to the East! [J] To the East
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a
legendary war thug ni**a Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a Out of the buildin we street children with no souls Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew. (Merci a Jean Jacques
fly back to the block now I got it... [Layzie Bone:] ...Now I got a little money in my pocket, about a couple g's, its been a long time since I got it
holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D
got a fo fo Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang Whats a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang A
the N.O. And when you come past here you entering my home nigga I I run New Orleans east I'm a 17 nigga but I run tha East Man You know what I'm sayin
rubies in the hasoose piece, pimped out like Snoopy, but a East Coast thing, my girl's stocking, tied up in a knot top a' my beanhead, billion dollar
!) [Marley Marl] Ladies and gentlemen, we got Queensbridge Finest up in this mothafucker tonight They just came from war They wanna let you know a little
