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Lloyd Banks - South side story



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   Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
  
  I done learned from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not
  Like who's gone run, but who's not
  Like who's gone shoot if you shot
  Who gone hold it and who's not
  Who gone change spots
  
  [Chorus]
  In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
  Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty
  Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
  You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
  In the streets of New York, You can't trust nobody
  Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty
  Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
  You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
  
  [Verse 1]
  When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the head
  Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
  I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead
  Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead
  The killer fled, with a fuckin' laugh
  My heart pumpin' on blast
  I just started at him, slumped in the grass
  Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood
  DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug
  There I stood, stiffer than wood
  See homey used to buy me candy
  Now he's gone, who gone provide his family?
  My earring, shoulda been runnin'
  I never thought I'd be that sick
  Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that shit
  That's when I thought
  It was more than three shots
  He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the block
  I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
  This nigga rolled up and just started clappin'
  I can still hear him laughin'
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2]
  It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin'
  All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did somethin'
  This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block
  Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to clown a lot
  Walked across the park, stuntin', frontin'
  Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on
  Eatin' a bag of popcorn
  Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her waist
  She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face
  She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it
  Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a second
  But he din't pay her no mind
  Called her a bitch about four times
  Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no nine
  And them in no time, older nigga from behind
  Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack
  Told him "take all that"
  Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown
  And left the clown, with a stain on the ground
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3]
  All my days go by blowin' that sticky, icky
  California made me picky
  Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey
  If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy
  The location don't matter, I'm South Side until' they hit me
  I'll be DEAD
  If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys
  But I don't know Scarface, I push wit' bill
  My heart spills
  For the kids that ain't got nothin' ain't got it still
  And for my, cousin I lost
  Humped over the steerin' wheel
  
  [Chorus]
  




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