Текст песни Lloyd Banks - South Side Story

The Hunger For More
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Lloyd Banks
Альбом: The Hunger For More
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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's will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty Loyalty comes free and 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 cause my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a fucking laugh My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass 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 sh*t 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 turning somebody did somethin' This nigga name I forgot F**k 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 ear 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 p**sy told him she be back in a second He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit 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 Left the clown wit his stain on the ground [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky California made me picky chicken heads trying 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 Slumped over the steering wheel [Chorus]
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