L.S.D.

[Intro]

Yeah. Awww man. Look what the wind done blew in dawg. Carl Thomas. Rhymefest. And we gon' tell you a little bit about where we come from. Look

[Verse One]

Now y'all don't know what it took

To make these bullies get shook

To put your face in the stars

And write your name in the book

When your wife is a nag and your boss is a crook

And everyday you go to work and want to jump from the roof

But you light up a square and blow your pains in the air

Ask me how I know so well homie, I used to be there

I used to work on my cough to call in work to get off

Like, "Hello, hello, hello boss? I need to call off."

I gotta tell you what I know

And show you where I'm from

With limit income

We had to get out from

Chicago is out son

And we ain't gon' be outdone

You need mo' platinum plaques than Rhymefest gon' pump out some

[Hook: Carl Thomas]

Cause I'm from the southside

And she's from the westside

He's from the northside

And it's alright

Under the street lights

Of Lake Shore Drive

Baby let's ride

[Verse Two]

What's you know about Harold's Chicken?

And Kenny Ribs?

And Moo & Oink on 74th where I used to live?

There was all kinds of gangs to choose from

GD's, 4 Corner Hustlers and Stones, I was the king of the Neutrons

I admit, I was on me

Cause dawg, I'm my own me

And I didn't need no father bitch, I knew who I was gon' be

These rappers runnin' 'round like they half way, you half fake

You false flaggin' as faggot, you better turn your hat straight

You ain't from the low end

He not from the hundreds

You probably from Schaumburg and talkin' that dumb shit

I ?? Jeffery ?? and Jeffery Manor when I moved in my grandma

And them JMG gangstas they was bananas

They would shoot you like you slice and dice

And even Mexicans were trife

103 Latin King verses Gangster Disciples

This goin' out to everybody from the homicidal side of town

We ain't goin' down, doctor check his vitals

[Hook]