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Lloyd Banks - Southside Story |
Intro]
Yea! Yea
I done learn from mistake from my men
Who`s not whose gone run?
Who`s not whose gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own who`s not
Who`s gone choose spots?
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York you can`t trust nobody
Ni99a will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty
When your Jaycobs freeze smokin` weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body
[Verse 1]
When I was 10 years old I seen a ni99a take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a f**kin laugh
My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him something to grasp
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he`s gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin`
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That`s when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This ni99a rolled up and started clappin`
I can still hear em` laughin`
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turnin somebody did somethin`
This ni99a name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money ni99a
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin` frontin`
Diamond in his hear diamond watch on
Eatin` a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin` her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn`t except it
Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn`t pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit a ni99a wit a mano nine
Then in no time older ni99a
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Love to clown wit his stain on the ground
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don`t matter
I`m Southside to they hit me
I`d be dead it foots can kill
I`m from the ghetto boys
But I don`t know scarface
I`d push wit bill
My heart spills for the kids
That ain`t got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
Leftover I still remember you
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