[Prodigy]
  Come on man, Eastsidaz
    [Goldie Loc]
  Eastside...
    [Prodigy]
  Infamous Mobb
    [Tray Deee]
  Infamous Mobb Deep
    [Verse 1 - Prodigy, Tray Deee]
  Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its P
  You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid
  If you did,you wouldn't get far enough to bag
  I put my guns to work on your bitch ass
  Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game
  Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin
  Fuck it, I'll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom
  These niggas gon learn to respect the P-Dub
  I don't take no shit off of nobody
  No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party
  Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied
  Thats how hearts get took, pride get damaged
  Lives is shedded, fuckin wit these east side niggas
  We teach y'all niggas bout this murder shit
  We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P
  Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G
    [Tray Deee]
  Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues
  Fools loud mouth we all about spittin them tools
  From the coast of the locs were the Gs was born
  And we raise up B.G.s to keep it goin
  In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone
  Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on
  Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise
  Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys
  Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz
  Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug
  Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas
  You other muthafuckas can't concieve our structures
  The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P.
  Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks
  Stay mashin on bustas not givin a fuck
    [Chorus - Snoop Dogg, Kokane]
  Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
  We connected
  From the West to the East
  Connected
  Oh what you got beef?
  Connected
  Run up on ya while ya sleep
  Stay connected
  My nephews play wit keeps
  We connected
  From the West to the East
  Connected
  Blast ya ass in the streets
  We connected
  Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep
  Stay connected
  For life
    [Kokane] Yeah [repeat 30X]
    [Verse 2 - Havoc, Goldie Loc]
    [Havoc]
  Connect wit my dogs be that serious shit
  Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang
  Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs
  And pressure to that ass we apply those thangs
  Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours
  Its a cold ,cold, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg
  Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy
  Fuck around and you'll be up in the morgue
  Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin the picture
  Of a wise young man who didn't get the picture
  We keep it gangsta nigga, don't get it twisted nigga
  Cross me nigga, you'll wind up a missin nigga
  QB and we trully, rep for ours
  Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips
  When it came to this game though we changed the shit
  And fuck who you wit, its what you up in the club but yo
    [Goldie Loc]
  Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s
  Tryna take mines, you'll be a dead muthafucka
  Come up short, wit yo life on support
  Burnin rubber down the street in a black super spoke
  Fo' pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome
  Gun powder on my clothes when I smacked him in his nose
  Real talk, show you how to walk the walk
  All black all times when I scheme and stalk
  Its somethin about bein a cold blooded killa
  I'm bananas my nigga, like a black ass guerilla
  I'm G'd up, smokin all the muthafuckin weed up
  Drinkin on a full cup nigga
    [Chorus]
    [Snoop Dogg]
  Yeah, defintely connected
  How you love that?
  Uh, like I said you can't spell the West wit out the ES
  East side up eastsidaz
  From QB to the LB
  You see what I see and G how I G
  Feel me?
  Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the old fashioned way
  Alchemist...
  Uh, yeah-yay