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Some information about Southside Story Lyrics Title: Lloyd Banks - Southside Story lyrics Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Hunger For More Visitors: 3 visitors have visited Southside Story Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Intro Yea! Yea I done learn from mistake like who s my men 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 s gone choose spots? Chorus In the streets of New York you can t trust nobody Nigga will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty When your Jaycobs freeze smokin weed is my hobby You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body Verse 1 When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a fkin laugh My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him something to grasp Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug There I stood stiffer than wood See homie use to buy me candy Now he s gone whose provide his family My ear ringing should have been runnin I never thought I could be that sick Damn! I was suppose to see that sht That s when I thought it was more than 3 shots He could have been aiming for me Maybe he circled around the block I turn around to my pops He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin I can still hear em laughin Chorus Verse 2 It was a regular day in Southside Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden Heads turnin somebody did somethin This nigga name I forgot Fk it he lived around the block Regular getting money nigga But love to clown a lot Walked across the park stuntin frontin Diamond in his hear diamond watch on Eatin a bag of popcorn Walked up behind this shorty grabbin her waist She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected shorty couldn t except it Called him a psy told him she be back in a second He didn t pay her no mind called her bch bout 4 times Stayed in the park wit a nigga wit a mano nine Then in no time older nigga From behind swung a baseball bat Left his face all cracked told him take all that Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown Love to clown wit his stain on the ground Chorus Verse 3 And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit a hicky If we go up quickly stick me Somewhere tipsy the location don t matter I m Southside to they hit me I d be dead it foots can kill I m from the ghetto boys But I don t know scarface I d push wit bill My heart spills for the kids That ain t got nothing They gotta steal and For my cousin I lost Leftover I still remember you Chorus Hottest songs from Lloyd Banks : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Timbaland Lyrics |
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