South Side Story

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I done learned from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not Like who's gone run, but who's not Like who's gone shoot if you shot Who gone hold it and who's not Who gone change spots [Chorus] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body In the streets of New York, You can't trust nobody Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby You want to 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 started 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 homey used to buy me candy Now he's gone, who gone provide his family? My earring, 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 waitin 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' [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 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 p***y, told him she'd be back in a second But he din't pay her no mind Called her a bitch about four times Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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, I push wit' 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 [Chorus] --- South Side Story - Lloyd Banks