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Lloyd Banks - South Side Story lyrics
Yeh Yeh Yeh I done learned from mistakes like who’s my man N' Who’s not, like who’s gon run and who’s not Like who’s gon shoot if you shot Who gon hold they own, who’s not Who gon change glocks [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you can’t trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head Probably around the same time you use to pee in the bed I’d stay awake cause my nightmares was seein’ him dead The smell of burnt tires peelin after leavin him lead The killer fled with a fuckin laugh My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass Arms movin, fingers shakin, spittin up blood DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug Their I stood stiffer than wood it’s the homie that use to buy me candy Now he’s gone who’s gonna provide his family My air bring this shit up n’ runnin I never thought I’d be that sick Damn I wasn’t suppose to see that shit That’s when I thought, it was more than 3 shots It could have been the aimin for me, maybe he circled around the block I turned around and my pops, he like “what happened?” This nigga rolled up and just started clappin’, I can still hear him laughin’ [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you can’t trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] It was a regular day in southside, sprinklers n’ kids runnin’ And all of a sudden heads turnin’, somebody did sumthin This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it he lived around the block Regular getting’ money nigga but loved to clown a lot Walk across the park stuntin’ and frontin’ Diamonds in his ears, diamond watch on, eatin a bag of popcorn Walked up behind a shorty and grabbin’ her waist She pushed him away So he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected , shorty couldn’t accept it Called him a pussy told him she’d be back in a second But he ain’t payin no mind called her a bitch about 4 times Stayed in the park, with no niggas with him and no nine And then in no time an older nigga from behind Swung a baseball bat Left his face all crack Told him to take all that Hit him again popped his chain with a frown And left the clown with a stain on the ground [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you can’t trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Now all my days go by blowin that sicky icky California made me picky Chickenheads tryin’ to stick me with a hicky If we, roll up quickly, stick me, some was tipsy The location don’t matter I’m southside until 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 who ain’t got nothing and who got to steal, and from my Cousin I lost, lookd over the steerin wheel [Chorus x2] In the street of new york you can’t trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty Loyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobby You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body |
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