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Lloyd Banks

South Side Story

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Текст песни Lloyd Banks - South Side Story

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Yeah, Yeah, YeahI done learned from mistakes like who`s my men, and who`s notLike who`s gone run, but who`s notLike who`s gone shoot if you shotWho gone hold it and who`s notWho gone change spots[Chorus]In the streets of New York, you can`t trust nobodyNiggaz`ll run up on you with a 12-guage shottyLoyalty comes free, smokin` weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a bodyIn the streets of New York, You can`t trust nobodyNiggaz`ll run up on you with a 12-guage shottyLoyalty comes free, smokin` weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body[Verse 1]When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the headProbably around the same time he used to pee in the bedI stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein` `em deadSmelled the burnt tires peelin` after leavin` him leadThe killer fled, with a fuckin` laughMy heart pumpin` on blastI just started at him, slumped in the grassArms movin`, fingers shakin`, spittin` up bloodDNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dugThere I stood, stiffer than woodSee homey used to buy me candyNow he`s gone, who gone provide his family?My earring, shoulda been runnin`I never thought I`d be that sickDamn, I wasn`t `posed to see that shitThat`s when I thoughtIt was more than three shotsHe coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the blockI turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?"This nigga rolled up and just started clappin`I can still hear him laughin`[Chorus][Verse 2]It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin`All of a sudden, head`s turnin`, somebody did somethin`This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the blockRegular gettin` money nigga, but loved to clown a lotWalked across the park, stuntin`, frontin`Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch onEatin` a bag of popcornWalked up behind a shorty, grabbin` her waistShe pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her faceShe felt disrespected, shorty couldn`t accept itCalled him a pussy, told him she`d be back in a secondBut he din`t pay her no mindCalled her a bitch about four timesStayed in the park, wit` no niggaz wit` em and no nineAnd them in no time, older nigga from behindSwung a baseball bat, left his face all crackTold him "take all that"Hit him again, popped his chain wit` a frownAnd left the clown, with a stain on the ground[Chorus][Verse 3]All my days go by blowin` that sticky, ickyCalifornia made me pickyChicken head tried to stick me wit` a hickeyIf we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsyThe location don`t matter, I`m South Side until` they hit meI`ll be DEADIf looks can kill, I`m from the ghetto boysBut I don`t know Scarface, I push wit` billMy heart spillsFor the kids that ain`t got nothin` ain`t got it stillAnd for my, cousin I lostHumped over the steerin` wheel[Chorus]

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