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South Side Story
Lloyd Banks
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
Who gon hold they own, who's not
Like who's gon shoot if you shot
[Chorus x2]
Who gon change glocks
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
[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
Now he's gone who's gonna provide his family
Their I stood stiffer than wood it's the homie that use to buy me candy
My air bring this shit up n' runnin I never thought I'd be that sick
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
Damn I wasn't suppose to see that shit
I turned around and my pops, he like "what happened?"
This nigga rolled up and just started clappin', I can still hear him laughin'
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
[Chorus x2]
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]
And all of a sudden heads turnin', somebody did sumthin
It was a regular day in southside, sprinklers n' kids runnin'
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
So he threw the bag in her face
She pushed him away
She felt disrespected , shorty couldn't accept it
Called him a pussy told him she'd be back in a second
And then in no time an older nigga from behind
But he ain't payin no mind called her a bitch about 4 times
Swung a baseball bat
Stayed in the park, with no niggas with him and no nine
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
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
[Chorus x2]
Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
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
Chickenheads tryin' to stick me with a hicky
California made me picky
If we, roll up quickly, stick me, some was tipsy
I'd be dead
The location don't matter I'm southside until they hit me
If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface or Bushwick Bill, My heart spills
Cousin I lost, lookd over the steerin wheel
For the kids who ain't got nothing and who got to steal, and from my
[Chorus x2]
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a bodyLoyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
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