Verse 1 (Intellect):
Life on the east on these cold ass streets
Lil' homies ain't feelin safe so they hold that heat
I used to smoke the zip of the hash they sit on my stash
Young adolescence stay quick with the cash

So we wonder why corruption stay quickly intact
The cops shot Oscar Grant just because he was black
Gang injunction in the hood so they resistin' arrest
Not abidin' by the law so they resistin' the feds

Off the block with mines, aimed at the mind of crime
A whole lot of shit to change and not alot of time
In the hood muffugas' click up to find beef
Then fought with enemies scuffed chucks on they feet

The big homie Bam stay reppin' the east
While the Shining Sons hella voicin' out for the streets
Everlastin' love for the city im in
I walk the streets of Long beach with LB on the brim

Hook x2 (The Isley Brothers):
"I keep hearin' footsteps baby, in the dark"

Verse 2 (Jedi):
It's Long Beach with a capital East
Breathe every second of the city by any means
As a child growin' up, seen a whole lot of drama
From kids gettin' sent away from they own mama's

But I never through about my end of the road
And im a neighborhood kid so I never seen the snow
This law keep us under, we worry about livin'
Out here in the ghettos we ain't got no pot to piss in

Comin' from a street mind, Long Beach right
White tees, blue levis on Eastside
Struggle young on the cold hearted blocks
The bangin' and the cops ain't close to a stop

My life flows on the east like my hearbeat
Im a set the truth down until we all free
Now im learnin' with what I been through
Makin' hits that will get you to understand what we do and that's real!

Hook x2 (The Isley Brothers):
"I keep hearin' footsteps baby, in the dark"

Verse 3 (Lil Bam):
The city where Im from, we got some cold ass niggas
Dont worry about gangbangin' the cops is the killas'
Quick to pull them triggers, and never gettin' no time for it
So my rhymes I stay pushin' the line for it

Now , No justice no peace
No war on the streets then the cops can't eat
Dark clouds on the east, gang unit is fucked up
If you on parole, they makin' sure your tails tucked

See you got a right to remain silent
And never obeyin' a damn thing
Don't get pulled over illegal search and seizure
They violate the code of improper procedure

Damn, when this shit gonna change
They don't want us to open our eyes and our brains
But I already have it's too late badge busters
The penal codes designed ain't laws muthafucka


Hook x2 (The Isley Brothers):
"I keep hearin' footsteps baby, in the dark"