South Side Story
Album: Hunger for More
Release Date: 6/29/04
Explicit version of "South Side Story" lyrics
Yea
Like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gon' run but who's not
Like who's gonna shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own
Who's gone choose spots?
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed a wake 'cuz my nightmares of seein' him dead
The smell of burnt tire peelin' after leavin' him lead
The killer fled wit a f*****' laugh
My heart pumpin' on blast
Arms movin'
DNA mixed in the mud
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now
My ear ringin' should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aimin' for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
I can still hear 'em laughin'
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids runnin' all of a sudden
Heads turnin'
This nigga name I forgot
Regular gettin' money nigga 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
She felt disrespected
Called him a pussy
He didn't pay her no mind called her b**** about 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no nine
Then in no time older nigga 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
And left the clown wit a stain on the ground
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
And all my days go by blowin' that sticky icky
California made me picky
If we go up quickly stick me
I'm Southsidin' 'til they hit me
I'd be dead if looks can kill
But I don't know Scarface or Bushwick Bill
My heart spills for the kids that ain't got nothin'
They gotta steal and for my cousin I lost
Slumpt over the steerin' wheel
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free
You wanna rob me
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