By My Side

Oh!

Stat quo!

Here we go!

Come on!

You ready?

Let's do it, man (uh, uh, uh uh uhh)

Shady aftermath (sound without focus is just noise)

(Yeah!) we keep that thang man (by my side!)

When you do something to somebody, girl (by my side!)

It ain't just you, it's somebody next to you (by my side!)

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

And I got my shit right here with me (by my side!)

(Hey, hey, hey)

The reason everywhere you go, ladies (by my side!)

(Okay)

[Stat quo] so being that that's the case (by my side!)

I'll tell you 'bout (by my side!)

That bitch, tell you 'bout my side (by my side!)

The way I growed up, shown up, chips on my shoulder

Knew about that caller when I was in a stroller

Became a holder, choppin' 'em boulders, gettin' older

Wantin' to roll, but duckin' 'em rollers, meetin' quarters

Shorty bi-polar, load up like cock, I tried to told ya

One move and I'm on the rush and I'm flexin' and it's over

You on that doja, g.I. Joe shit but you ain't a soldier

Chop her, afford her, you not cobra, commander, you poser

I'm the composer, writer of murder, the odor

Leakin' outta your body temperature is gettin' colder

But you sweatin', and dizzy like a person who ain't sober

I'm realizin' your life is coming quickly to a closure

Losin' composure, outta breath like you underwater

Twenty seconds in the game, and it's the fourth quarter

Prime time, dateline, all the best exposure

Now you still on the news and everybody knows ya

Yeah... (get!) (by my side!)

To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (by my side!)

I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (by my side!)

I'm making sure they won't forget me, it's (by my side!)

To all them niggas tryna get me, it's (by my side!)

I'm takin' some of y'all wit' me, it's (by my side!)

I'm making sure they don't forget me, it's (by my side!)

Che-chik, che-chik, che-yeah (by my side!)

Go on then boy, get yo' vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun

Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun

Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko nigga

They know that, I just fuck and be gone, probably crazy, halfway dumb

Don't stop, even when I lock on, believe every word out my lung

I'm losin' it, snappin' her, this ain't just no rappin', uh!

Back, all the way back, when you see that strap, 'cause it go da-da-da-dah!

Are you ready to die, tell me why you choose to tell me in my

Face, 'fore you already dry up at that fire, look in my eye

Have your spirit below me or floatin' in the fuckin' sky

All black is my attire, lookin' like an umpire

Toss you in the trash, like a bullshit album fly

Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah-ye-yeah (by my side!)

The murder capital momeham yes, it's thriller

Put fo' in yo' head, have you floatin' off in a river

It's cold, you shook, we crooks, your body'll quiver

These rappers so tough, but really they softer than pillows

Or chinchilla a twanky fella, horn a verilla

They turn us serial assassins for some scrilla

Not me, 'cause he, I mean him, yes this nigga

Stays true to what I do, 'cause I keeps it triller

Be fo' real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?

It's serious business shorty, nothin' that's more iller

No discrimination, you can be chocolate or vanilla

Can't find yourself in the presence of a fuckin' killer

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah (by my side!)

By my side!

By my side!

By my side!

It's the re-up!