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"Southside (MMITBP3CI)" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album Mo Money In The Bank: Part Three - Ca$hing In, released 19th September 2004. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah I done learned from mistakes like who's my man, 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 gone change spots [Hook] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You 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 head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead The killer fled with a fuckin' laugh My heart pumpin' on blast I just stared at him, slumped in the grass Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug There I stood, stiffer than wood See homie used to buy me candy Now he's gone, who gone provide his family? My ear ringing, shoulda been runnin' I never thought I'd be that sick Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that shit That's when I thought It was more than three shots He coulda been aimin' for me, maybe he circled around the block I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?" This nigga rolled up and just started clappin' I can still hear him laughin' [Hook] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 2] It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin' All of a sudden, heads turnin', somebody did somethin' This nigga name I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to clown a lot Walked across the park, stuntin', frontin' Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on Eatin' a bag of popcorn Walked up behind a shorty, 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 pay her no mind Called her a bitch about four times Stayed in the park, wit' no niggas wit' em and no nine And them in no time, older nigga from behind Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack Told him "Take all that!" Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown And left the clown, with a stain on the ground [Hook] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body [Verse 3] Now all my days go by blowin' that sticky, icky California made me picky Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy The location don't matter, I'm South Side until they hit me I'll 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 that ain't got nothin' ain't got it still And for my, cousin I lost, humped over the steerin' wheel [Hook] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body [Interlude: 50 Cent] I'ma tell you something, right I don't even know these niggas, you know I'm sayin', niggas feel like they know 'cause they, they listen to my music and they be like "Yo, yo, y, yo, don't you think 50 should 50 said "Fuck the hood" 50 is the hood, nigga
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