paroles de chanson South Side Story - Album Version (Edited) - Lloyd Banks

Yea, yea, yea, I done learn from mistakes
Like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gon' run but who's not
Like who's gonna shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own, who's not
Who's gone choose spots?

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

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 stayed a wake 'cuz my nightmares of seein' him dead
The smell of burnt tire peelin' after leavin' him lead

The killer fled wit 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 use to buy me candy
Now, he's gone whose provide his family?
My ear ringin' should have been runnin'

I never thought I could be that sick
Damn, I was suppose to see that shit
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aimin' 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'

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers 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 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 pussy, told him she be back in a second

He didn't pay her no mind called her bitch about 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no 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
And left the clown wit a stain on the ground

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

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 Southsidin' 'til they hit me

I'd 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'
They gotta steal and for my cousin I lost
Slumpt over the steerin' wheel

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here wit a body