By My Side

[Hook - 2x]

By your side, I love you too much to loose ya

Sweet touches, you're there right by

By your side

[E.S.G.]

Like a 40 Cal., heater

If a bitch really down, when you broke she won't leave ya

It must be the money, not the sex that please her

When niggaz go to jail, some bitches catch amnesia

But I'm (by your side), when I really need ya

Cops ain't have no warrant, illegal search and seizure

But I'm (by your side), like Siamese twins

Nigga you think you damn friends, see they quick to do you in

But I'm (by your side), like we was kin

Know hoe you tell a fake nigga, by his fake ass grin

But long as the money spend, and he can ride in your Benz

You the realest nigga he know, until your do' get low again

But I'm (by your side), like a soldier in combat

Or when you leave me hanging, like the Lakers done Shaq

I'm (by your side), like peas in a pod

Most real niggaz gone, so it's up to me to do the job

But I'm (by your side), hanging out the Dodge Hemi

Busting at them cowards, till my whole clip empty

Grip the wood in the drop, won't be like Sug and Pac

Won't be like Baby and Lil' Wayne, see I'ma keep it real mayn

Cause I'm (by your side), like Jay and Dame Dash

Even they split up, but was it all about the cash

You'll be (by your side), like a snitch and a cop

But if you bring him by my spot, your bitch ass might get shot

But I'm (by your side), even if ya strung out on dope

I'll still lift your head up, and try to give ya some hope

Hell naw I ain't the pope, but I speak for my people

Everybody in this rap game, ain't created equal

But I'm (by your side), like a nerd and his computer

Money break up clicks, ask Chingy and Luda

But I'm (by your side), as soon as you try to get back

By your side, gon be a brand new shit bag

I'm (by your side), like Bonnie and Clyde

Butch Cass' and the Sundance Kid, bitch we get it how we live

Poking stuck to your rib, just some food for thought

Most greedy ass gangstas, end up getting caught

But see I'm (by your side), like a man to his word

I'm a stand-up guy, still when I'm leaning on the syrup

I'll be (by your side), like a rev and a deacon

No matter your race black white, mexican or puerto rican

I'll be (by your side), as long as you keep it real

Some niggaz carry guns, but ain't got heart to kill

But they got the heart to squeel, and tell your bidness

Went from a neighborhood punk, to a snitch turned a witness

You'll be (by your side), you think I'm damn near dead

See you think ya on top, but see I'm three years ahead

No longer (by your side), let the truth be revealed

Cedric Sosa Cedric Hill, shoulda been the nigga that got the deal g'eah

[Hook - 2x]