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Lloyd Banks
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South Side Story
作詞:H. Diaz, L. Diaz, Chris Lloyd, Barry White
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
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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
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