South Side Shit

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

Man I'm feeling [?]. Put the gun up em, Tadoe!

Smoking on loud, eyes red like tomato

On the low I gotta problem, call up my cousin Tadoe

I'm on a fuckin' pay roll, tryna get them pesos

I tell 'em talk is cheap, but these hoes they be flexin'

I teach them hoes a lesson, Lamron's what I'm reppin'

The kush is in the air, my nigga Woo he steady blazin'

The life is so amazing, hell, my niggas raising

Wiiic, Brick City, shout out to my 064 niggas

Kick it through ya door nigga, you ain't shit but a ho nigga

Fuck with my 064 niggas, family on the flo' nigga

That choppa burn you up, have you lookin' like so, nigga

I wouldn't take your life if it wasn't such crime-a

Excuse me judge, I can't even see a touch of drama

Let me fuck mama, or suck mama

You think you bad, but you look more like a duck, mama

See I'm tryna get my cash right

She taking mad hype, living in the fast life

I got my cash right, so now I'm in the mood

And that pump had 'em jumpin' like tennis shoes

My flow hot, I think I need a cooler

She wanna measure my dick, she said she need a ruler

I've seen her fool up, fuck her the first night

She call the plumber up, but I get the worst pipe

Do the math, no addition to it

You talkin' faces of paper, yeah I can get to it

This the attitude and I'ma get it miced up

I'm on my con, have your show full of [?]

Throw your sets up, nigga rep your hood

Wic City and you better respect the hood

And if I make a note, I'll never forget the hood

And if you lookin' for me, yeah I'll be in the hood

[Verse 2: Gino Marley]

It's Front Street, we mold niggas like Play-Do

Old school nigga, got the heat up with the potato

Move when I say so, Coke color mayo

Whippin' through the hood and I'm all about my peso

Get up off my pay roll, get paid like the sports pro

Shootin' come easy to me, it's like a free throw

Trappin' come easy to me, so I get real though

Aim for your middle, just like a field goal

The red traffic light crossing gods

I got fifteen jabs at these other guys

When you selling weight, you better watch for problems

I'm on a track with Chief Keef, you niggas got a problem?

Bitch still on my waist, that's the problem solver

And if you going there, then we going farther

And if you going hard, then we going harder

Cannon blow a hole in yo chest, rocket launcher

We prepared for problems, we prepared for mobsters

With everything from a snub nose to a rocket launcher

So prepare your mobsters, hope they prepared for problems

I'm reppin' Dipset and no, we is not in Harlem