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southside - lloyd banks lyrics

southside

[intro: {dj whoo kid}]
yeah! yeah! yeah!

[bridge:]
i done learn from mistakes like who’s my men, and who’s not!
like who’s gon’ run and who’s not!
like who’s gon’ shoot if you shot! [gunshot]
who gone hold they own – who’s not? who gone change the spots?

[chorus:]
in the streets of new york! {none stop! } can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot]
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby.
you wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

in the streets of new york! can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot]
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby.
you wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {none stop! }

[verse 1:]
when i was 10 years old i seen a n-gg- take 3 in the head [3 gunshots]
probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed. {whooooooooo! }
i stay a wake – cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
the smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead.
the killer fled witta f-ckin’ 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 earring is should have been runnin’ i never thought i could be that sick.
d-mn! i was suppose to see that sh-t.
that’s when i thought! (thought!) – it was more than 3 shots (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 n-gg- rolled up and started clappin’, [shot] i can still hear ’em laughin’.

[chorus:]
in the streets of new york! – can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot] {can’t forget… }
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby {h-ssan! }
you wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

in the streets of new york! – can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot] {britney sha! }
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby
you wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

[verse 2:]
it was a regular day {whoooo! } in southside sprink-aklers kids running
all of a sudden heads turnin’ somebody did somethin’.
this n-gg- name, i forgot. f-ck it! he lived around the block.
regular getting money n-gg-, but love to clown a lot.
walked across the park stuntin’ – frontin’
diamond in his ears! – 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! {d-mn! } – shorty couldn’t except it
called him a p-ssy! – told him she be back in a second!
he didn’t pay her no mind, called her b-tch ’bout four times
stayed in the park – with no n-gg-s with and no .9! [gun c-cks]
then in no time – older n-gg- from behind; swung a baseball bat,
left his face all cracked! – told him take all that.
hit him again popped; his chain with a frown
left the clown with’ his stain on the ground. [shot]

[chorus:]
in the streets of new york! – can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot]
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby
you wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {can’t forget… }

in the streets of new york! {violator! } can’t trust n-body! {james’ crew! }
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot]
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby {chris lady! }
you wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {whoooooo! }

[verse 3:]
and all my days {whooooo! } go by blowin’ that sticky, icky!
california made me picky! chicken heads tryin’ to stick me with 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! (dead…) – it foots can kill, i’m from the ghetto boys,
but i don’t know scarface, i’d push with bill, my heart spills;
for the kids that ain’t got nothin’ they gotta steal and for my
cousin, i lost slumped over the steering wheel.

[chorus:]
in the streets of new york! – can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot]
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby {can’t forget… }
you wanna rob me, you gonna {pr! } leave here with a body.

in the streets of new york! can’t trust n-body!
n-gg-s’ll run up on you with a 12” gauge shoty. [gunshot] {yayo! }
loyalty comes free, and smokin’ weed is my hobby
you wanna rob me, {cry! } you gonna leave here with a body. [echoes]

[outro:]
“mo’ money in the bank… part 3: ca$hing in! ”
“hunger for more”…
out now!
pick it up!

[interlude: 50 cent]
i’m a tell you sum’hin’, right?
i don’t even know this n-gg-s, youkno’msayin’?
n-gg-s feel like they know me!… and they lis… listening to my music!
and they like: “no! no! no! don’t you think 50’s sh-t!… 50cent f-cked the hood! ”
50 is the hood, n-gg-!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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