[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ooh, ooh
This that Philly-Bompton shit
Yeah, haha

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm on the Eastside rollin' with my Westside n***as (Westside, Westside, Westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my n***a (I pray they don't catch my n***a)
Might pull up on the corner like "That's my n***a"
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, n***a
That's my n***a, word up

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm a four hunnid n***a with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds though
Cash out Keenon n***a with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my n***as (My n***as)
Come through poppin' with all my n***as (My n***as)
You should've seen how we looked last winter (Last winter)
You should've seen how we ate last dinner (Uh)
I don't fuck with them Hollywood n***as
I don't fuck with them Hollywood n***as
In the game, I'm the keep it right, n***a
'Cause all these rap n***as know my n***as wanna get 'em
Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker shit
I'ma do it my way n***a, fuck the script
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Came thru the block with everything that's new
Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2
I can't fuck with him if he ain't true
They like, "He alright but he ain't you"
We like, five milli' on aboard the ship
I was the richest n***a on the tip
Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit
Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You ain't gotta ask me, n***a, you ain't got shit
You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only fuckin' with n***as that be on cop shit
I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'
You don't wanna see one my n***as face in a stockin'
Spray up your corner over some nonsense

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside n***as (Westside, Westside, Westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n***a (I pray they don't catch my n***a)
Might pull up on the corner like "That's my n***a"
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, n***a
That's my n***a, word up
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
Dump on a n***a for some silly shit
A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah
Gang bang n***as who he really with (Crip!)
And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, n***a
Roll through the city, of violence
Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilled out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get fucked off
N***a, this's crip on my, two times
Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, n***a
What y'all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin' it off, cuh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside n***as (Westside, Westside, Westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n***a (I pray they don't catch my n***a)
Might pull up on the corner like "That's my n***a"
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, n***a
That's my n***a, word up