Southside Story lyrics
Song information
Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Hunger For More
Lyrics
[Intro] Yea! yea yea I done learn from mistakes 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 not Who's gone choose spots?
[Chorus]x2 In the streets of new york you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
[Verse 1] 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 stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt tire peelin* after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a fuckin laugh My heart pumpin on blast I just stared at him slumped in the grass* Arms moving fingers 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 nigga rolled up and started clappin I can still hear em laughin
[Chorus]x2 In the streets of new york you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
[Verse 2] It was a regular day in southside Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden Heads turnin somebody did somethin This nigga name I forgot Fuck it he lived around the block Regular getting 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 so he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected shorty couldnt except it Called him a pussy told him she be back in a second He didn'tpay her no mind called her bitch 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
[Chorus] In the streets of new york you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
[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 Im southsidin til they hit me I'd be dead if looks can kill I'm from the ghetto boys But I don't know scarface Or bushwick bill My heart spills for the kids That ain't got nothing They gotta steal and For my cousin I lost Slumpt over the steerin wheel*
[Chorus] In the streets of new york you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
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"The Hunger For More" album track list
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