Till I Die Part II-mgk/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony/French Montana/Yo Gotti

Awaitin' to die, oh, sh*t, I'm always on my mind Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from The motherf**kin' land, get it straight Boy, you will get scraped B**ch, I'm from the motherf**kin' land of the apes Get the f**k out my face (b**ch) E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on E'rywhere I go, I'm blowin' strong E'rywhere I go (e'rywhere I go), everyday, everybody know In my hood, motherf**kers get it on Puttin' on for the city like Snowman Cause in my city I don't snow, man And that ain't no diss to Jeezy Cause Jeezy know what's up, believe That's my ni**a back in Puerto Rico Tell the Puerto Rican b**ch centerfold the plug Big bottle of numbers and we call him Nino Yo, one ounce and a pound bag, I know I'm livin' Yeah, motherf**k a suit and tie, dawg We don't want our hats to the back with the five, dawg Bang, put the plug on chill Told 'em I ain't through yet, hell naw, I ain't retire, dawg I just want a piece of mind, dawg Why you hatin' on a ni**a from the city? Lemme shine, dawg E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from Yo, I be drivin' all the foreign cars 'til the day I die F**kin' all the foreign hoes 'til the day I die Went to hit the dealer, then a ni**a drove it out When 'em doors go up, all them panties fallin' down Niggas ain't know me then, but 'em niggas know me know When I pull up in the Benz, all the jewels drippin' down I be f**kin' up arenas, all 'em hoes singin' now I be f**kin' with them boys that lift you off the ground I stand out, spent a hun'ed racks to put the band on it Shawty bendin' it over, let me land on it Grabbin' brown bags, Uncle Sam, homie Got the p**sy jumpin', dove a HAM on it If you talk about them cars, f**k y'all like the dealer Now, I did it for my dawgs I be smokin' out the jar like a dreadlock, haann Ay, Bleed, keep puttin' on I said keep puttin' on, Ray been puttin' on See, I bossed wit' my mans wit' the plug, put 'em on In the plug, put 'em on, yeah Yeah, East Side for life I'm a real Cleveland legend, I'm a ride 'til the day I die Get high, bury me with my chrome .45 Now tell me, now tell me, do that sound familiar? If you from Cleveland, you all are familiar If you get money one hundred, you know that we filmin' you Hold up, b**ch, I'm from the land and y'all know that Y'all never should have let me go back Even when I didn't had no plaque I was courtside in the Cavaliers throwback I was over nineteen ridin' up Miles Back when I was nineteen turnin' up wild I was in the flats when the land slanged goals I was on the clear when L came down Leavin' out of work, went to rap it downtown I was in the club when they played "We Ball" And I repped my hood and everybody started brawlin' Back when I was sixteen, I was spittin' sixteen Hoppin' up the Blue Line on 116 Tryin' to get my fifteen minutes of fame, sh*t changed Now I'm on the big screen like... B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999 B**ch, I'm from