South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
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A kid got stuck, for a buck under the trussle
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Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
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He fought back, but the attack was brutal
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Futile to his survival and the event that his crew will
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seek revenge on the assailants who rushed him
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They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
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He had friends a Benz with rims by Gotti
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Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
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Kids wanted to be him when they saw him in the Coliseum
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Lots of cash hoppin fast on the Avenue
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Pump up your system loud, and he'll laugh at you
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Cause under the Tec is a gooseneck
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and a Glock 9, when he stops at the light
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Pumpin rides into the top in ...
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South Side (repeat 10X)
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I grew up on the rough side of town, kids play stick-up
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Playing the game of survival going Uptown to pick up
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Supportin the taste, with leathers and bamboos and black Timbs
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Benz parked, at the curb while puffin herb (word)
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Cruisin, one-six-oh, with the lean
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sportin BV's on the Beamer with the Italian wintergreen interior
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while the Alpine pump, you get open
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Hoppin hopin to catch them all open, girls scopin as you unlock
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Now you gotta go gotta go
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Hoppin down Merit to get back to the four-oh
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Back in the days Queens never got props
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but South Side had citywide respect plus knockouts
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Forty, Baisley, Suptin, Merit
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Queens wack step back I don't wanna hear it I'm from
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South Side (16X, scratching intermixed)
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Projectiles are fittin, inside of a clip and
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personally there's no particular name that's written
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on the side of a slug, damn it's bugged
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when pretty women begin to bend over a drug
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She used to be the type of girl that was flashy
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Now the scars from the concrete make her knees look ashy
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Cops constantly stay on high speed chases
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Trying to remember faces from previous arrest cases
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Bulletproof vest is the hottest items to invest in
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shots fired one was hit with the hollow-tip and it caved his chest in
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Kids are gathered around him coffin quiet
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Softly they're standin cause there's baby left as an orphan
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Cause the life of an illegal entrepeneur
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is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a Scorpio buy my cure
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South Side (repeat 4X)
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Your man wants to get rid of ya
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Cause now you're the number one neighborhood pharmeceutical distributor
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How could you ever expect this
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from your man that he would plant product inside of your Lexus
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Today you're having lunch with a cutie
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You gotta hunch you're the type of brother that's moody
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So instead you drive a sterling, lime green
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to match the colors inside of your eightball sherling
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So today he escapes fate, to live another day
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to pick up scale weight inside of a ghetto
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Inside of the ghetto, cars gather together
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Gettin ready to hop, under the summer weather
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Armor All glistenin in the sun, it's four cars
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and they're each two deep, but you still find it necessary to carry a gun
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Hoppin to the beach, with a Jeep
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full of chinese cut broads passin by perpetrators
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perpetratin frauds, you're on the beach, playin cards
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Thinkin about, pickin up a convertible Saab
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As the sun sets, you all jet inside of the ride
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But your mentality flips, cause you gotta get back to the
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South Side (repeat 16X)
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The Rough Side of Town (South Side)
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| Organized Konfusion |
