South Side Story
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โฑ๏ธ 4:12 duration
๐ ID: 19952362
๐ Lyrics
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?
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
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 fuckin' laugh
My heart pumpin' on blast, I just stared 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 homie use to buy me candy
Now, he's gone whose provide his family?
My ear ringin' should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn, I was suppose to see that shit
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids runnin' all of a sudden
Heads turnin', somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot, fuck it he lived around the block
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, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't except it
Called him a pussy, told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay 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
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
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 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 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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
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?
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
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 fuckin' laugh
My heart pumpin' on blast, I just stared 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 homie use to buy me candy
Now, he's gone whose provide his family?
My ear ringin' should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn, I was suppose to see that shit
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids runnin' all of a sudden
Heads turnin', somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot, fuck it he lived around the block
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, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't except it
Called him a pussy, told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay 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
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
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 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 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, smokin' weed is my hobby
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, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.70] Yea, yea, yea, I done learn from mistakes
[00:04.45] Like who's my men and who's not
[00:06.41] Like who's gon' run but who's not
[00:08.57] Like who's gonna shoot if you shot?
[00:10.61] Who gone hold they own, who's not
[00:12.66] Who's gone choose spots?
[00:14.08] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[00:16.49] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[00:18.87] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[00:21.60] You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
[00:24.63] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[00:27.51] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[00:30.31] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[00:33.18] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[00:36.00] When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
[00:39.25] Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
[00:42.15] I stayed a wake 'cuz my nightmares of seein' him dead
[00:44.95] The smell of burnt tire peelin' after leavin' him lead
[00:47.65] The killer fled wit a fuckin' laugh
[00:49.58] My heart pumpin' on blast, I just stared at him slumped in the grass
[00:52.82] Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood
[00:55.92] DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug
[00:58.53] There I stood stiffer than wood
[01:00.68] See homie use to buy me candy
[01:02.23] Now, he's gone whose provide his family?
[01:04.60] My ear ringin' should have been runnin'
[01:06.02] I never thought I could be that sick
[01:07.73] Damn, I was suppose to see that shit
[01:09.78] That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
[01:11.98] He could have been aimin' for me
[01:13.95] Maybe he circled around the block
[01:15.69] I turn around to my pops
[01:16.93] He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
[01:19.67] I can still hear 'em laughin'
[01:21.06] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[01:23.45] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[01:26.03] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[01:28.85] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[01:31.44] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[01:34.60] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[01:37.26] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[01:40.27] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[01:42.81] It was a regular day in Southside
[01:45.18] Sprink-aklers kids runnin' all of a sudden
[01:47.85] Heads turnin', somebody did somethin'
[01:50.11] This nigga name I forgot, fuck it he lived around the block
[01:53.03] Regular gettin' money nigga but love to clown a lot
[01:55.91] Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
[01:57.97] Diamond in his hear diamond watch on
[02:00.39] Eatin' a bag of popcorn
[02:01.79] Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
[02:04.19] She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face
[02:06.72] She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't except it
[02:09.53] Called him a pussy, told him she be back in a second
[02:12.38] He didn't pay her no mind called her bitch about 4 times
[02:15.35] Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no nine
[02:18.24] Then in no time older nigga from behind swung a baseball bat
[02:22.00] Left his face all cracked told him take all that
[02:25.09] Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
[02:27.32] And left the clown wit a stain on the ground
[02:29.18] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[02:31.65] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[02:34.12] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[02:36.91] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[02:39.82] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[02:42.69] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[02:45.47] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[02:48.35] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[02:51.04] And all my days go by blowin' that sticky icky
[02:53.61] California made me picky, chicken heads tryin' to stick me wit a hicky
[02:57.45] If we go up quickly stick me, somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
[03:01.50] I'm Southsidin' 'til they hit me
[03:03.28] I'd be dead if looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto, boys
[03:06.36] But I don't know Scarface or Bushwick Bill
[03:08.78] My heart spills for the kids that ain't got nothin'
[03:10.84] They gotta steal and for my cousin I lost
[03:13.38] Slumpt over the steerin' wheel
[03:14.92] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[03:16.95] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[03:19.46] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[03:22.31] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[03:25.15] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[03:28.05] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[03:30.53] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[03:33.58] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[03:36.64]
[00:04.45] Like who's my men and who's not
[00:06.41] Like who's gon' run but who's not
[00:08.57] Like who's gonna shoot if you shot?
[00:10.61] Who gone hold they own, who's not
[00:12.66] Who's gone choose spots?
[00:14.08] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[00:16.49] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[00:18.87] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[00:21.60] You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body
[00:24.63] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[00:27.51] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[00:30.31] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[00:33.18] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[00:36.00] When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
[00:39.25] Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
[00:42.15] I stayed a wake 'cuz my nightmares of seein' him dead
[00:44.95] The smell of burnt tire peelin' after leavin' him lead
[00:47.65] The killer fled wit a fuckin' laugh
[00:49.58] My heart pumpin' on blast, I just stared at him slumped in the grass
[00:52.82] Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood
[00:55.92] DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug
[00:58.53] There I stood stiffer than wood
[01:00.68] See homie use to buy me candy
[01:02.23] Now, he's gone whose provide his family?
[01:04.60] My ear ringin' should have been runnin'
[01:06.02] I never thought I could be that sick
[01:07.73] Damn, I was suppose to see that shit
[01:09.78] That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
[01:11.98] He could have been aimin' for me
[01:13.95] Maybe he circled around the block
[01:15.69] I turn around to my pops
[01:16.93] He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
[01:19.67] I can still hear 'em laughin'
[01:21.06] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[01:23.45] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[01:26.03] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[01:28.85] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[01:31.44] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[01:34.60] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[01:37.26] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[01:40.27] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[01:42.81] It was a regular day in Southside
[01:45.18] Sprink-aklers kids runnin' all of a sudden
[01:47.85] Heads turnin', somebody did somethin'
[01:50.11] This nigga name I forgot, fuck it he lived around the block
[01:53.03] Regular gettin' money nigga but love to clown a lot
[01:55.91] Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
[01:57.97] Diamond in his hear diamond watch on
[02:00.39] Eatin' a bag of popcorn
[02:01.79] Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
[02:04.19] She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face
[02:06.72] She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't except it
[02:09.53] Called him a pussy, told him she be back in a second
[02:12.38] He didn't pay her no mind called her bitch about 4 times
[02:15.35] Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no nine
[02:18.24] Then in no time older nigga from behind swung a baseball bat
[02:22.00] Left his face all cracked told him take all that
[02:25.09] Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
[02:27.32] And left the clown wit a stain on the ground
[02:29.18] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[02:31.65] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[02:34.12] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[02:36.91] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[02:39.82] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[02:42.69] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[02:45.47] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[02:48.35] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[02:51.04] And all my days go by blowin' that sticky icky
[02:53.61] California made me picky, chicken heads tryin' to stick me wit a hicky
[02:57.45] If we go up quickly stick me, somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
[03:01.50] I'm Southsidin' 'til they hit me
[03:03.28] I'd be dead if looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto, boys
[03:06.36] But I don't know Scarface or Bushwick Bill
[03:08.78] My heart spills for the kids that ain't got nothin'
[03:10.84] They gotta steal and for my cousin I lost
[03:13.38] Slumpt over the steerin' wheel
[03:14.92] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[03:16.95] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[03:19.46] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[03:22.31] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[03:25.15] In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
[03:28.05] Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
[03:30.53] Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
[03:33.58] You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body
[03:36.64]