Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Lloyd BanksНазвание : South Side StoryДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop g-unit gangsta rap Видео:
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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-guage shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin` weed is my hobby You wanna 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-guage shotty Loyalty comes free, smokin` weed is my hobby You wanna 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 pussy, 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] | Похожие исполнители:
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