Key: Bb minor
Verse 1
Southside Sack all the time.
Why you always got a gun
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Am
with you all the time?
I'm cross the nation like the circus.
You know how the word gets.
She say she from L .A.
Well, hell, nobody's perfect
I carry that base on the fact
these jungle rats
On spanked -up pipe dreams,
fiends with diluted facts
Got me at midnight meetin',
Drug dealin' ambitions is what I've got
I slide and they ride,
Bobby Brown by my side
Fuck this dick check,
dem goddamn chrome to my eye
Dem goddamn chrome to my nuts,
fuck nigga, schlutz
Tweakin' on meth, death,
and formaldehyde cigarettes
I'm in over my head,
the Tray A -Tain wasn't enough
Wait, is they callin' my bluff?
Mayday, D -E in the rough
They was fresh out the pen too,
shoulda thunk, shoulda known
But they was from the hood,
where's your code?
Should ain't foes go wrong?
Ain't no rules amongst drug dealers
The Sacramento streets
make them damn good teachers
Before this rap shit started
cracking off at niggas,
yeah, black niggas busting at each other,
you know?
The Mexicans and the Russians,
gangs was cracking off a little, you know, and the Asians, but now,
it was just niggas busting at niggas, you know, like it was weekend recreation,
niggas busting at hoes,
well, the professor, anyway.
Two folk dogs, four niggas, four hoes
Plus neighborhood slut that
I was sprung on
Friday night kickin' it,
no money niggas collect
Let me get my grub on, grub on
Ran into the neighborhood gang
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Am
But we done shot
the shit previous
Spoke bout triumph and pain
Bout gain and homies slain
But two in my crew
Grabbed a motherfucker bad
And went at them foo
To my homie and him cousin surprise
Then pull them out hella straps,
double in they eyes
Rat, rat -a -tat -tat -a, tat -tat -a,
runnin' at D .E.
Pop, pop, whiz -wiz,
passin' right by me
Damn, never got in this, this industry
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Am
Damn, a nigga want kids is,
this the N .D .E.
This when a nigga was hella young,
hella not knowin'
Before the streets taught your willa
how shit be goin'
Found, found our nigga half -dead,
shot in the neck
He's still alive,
but shit wasn't the same after that
pulling their monies together, you know
You had the said things, you know
The Raleigh teens,
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the Dalvin Peas, you know
Well that cracked off with us
Southside niggas just started putting our rhymes together,
you know
Decided to really get this shit knocked
in this motherfucker, you know
E
So then, the birth of the motherfuckin' legend started comin',
your AWOLs, your deathtraps, you know?
So it's up to us to keep that crackin',
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Am
you know?
The bully done died,
I'm roamin' the streets
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as Nomad DE
Three bucks,
thirsty for a Roxy gold on me
Three bucks says they're conspiring,
the ghetto gets dirty
This time I'm strapless,
my daddy's about this
If he knew I was at this,
what you need?
Bass hit, bass hit, nigga,
unfamiliar with my breed
Peeps, I learnt it from the jackin', nigga,
learnt it from gettin' shot at
There's two type of nigga,
them that's dead and them on attack
They call me Dr. Dulo from Southside
I got that .45 and ready
to cancel off your light
D .E. The Nut is tailing in
the cut Law House,
come clean these club heads up
Streets of South Sacramento
To give you the bad night to pay
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Am
I'm gon na make you wonder,
if in the south they can still be my way
Shots out to the niggas from the south,
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Am
put it down real hard
on these niggas cross the
You know,
cause it's really just four in a row,
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Am
both sides, you know? Brother Lynch,
Ceebo, Raiden, B .G., Mr. Doctor,
First Degree to D,
Looney Coleon, Gangsta Dre,
Can't forget Miss Marvelous,
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I'm out this motherfucker.
Damn, I was just looking for a short answer,
not a damn novel.
Nine, ten, got to do it.
Nigga, let's go get a blunt.
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E
Right now.
I'm cool with the Frisco Bay.
I'm out here all the time.
Sacramento ain't not da bay.
So that's why I'm just...
Oh, here go the liquor store,
right here.
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