South Side Story

Yea! Yea

I done learn from mistake like who's my men and who's not

Like who's gone run and who's not?

Like who's gone 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

Nigga will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty

Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me your gonna 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 stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead

The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead

The killer fled wit a f**kin 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 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'

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

F**k 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 couldn't except it

Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second

He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times

Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit a mano 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

Left the clown wit his stain on the ground

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 Southside to they hit me

I'd be dead it foots can kill

I'm from the ghetto boys

But I don't know scarface

I'd push wit bill

My heart spills for the kids

That ain't got nothing

They gotta steal and

For my cousin I lost

Leftover I still remember you