Key: G minor
Intro 1
Gm
Bbaug
Gm
Bbaug
Verse 1
coming with that smooth shit
Never dropping no bullshit,
semi -automatic
Cop back with a full clip, oh no,
here we, here we go again
and drinking bottles of gin
equipped with knowledge to win
I'm givin' love to them socials,
from the streets to the pen
If you ain't feelin' me, dawg,
then hit that stop and eject
Bbaug
I give respect to them youngsters,
What's next?
I lyrically flex, collect checks
Till them fools makin' threats,
receive these fuckin' checks
Cause I've never been the type of fool
to settle for less
So why you smokin' that stress?
Southsiders wrote thick
Criminal is a lickin',
tiny winos is a click
So just in case you're on a trip,
then fool, be ready for war
Bbaug
Cause ain't no stoppin', we ain't knockin',
fool, we kickin' the door
Roll with them straps off,
safety in, we ready to bust
there ain't no fuckin' with us
smokin' it up
Frustrations turn into confrontations
Fuckin' with us, and it's a must,
you know
Better believe that we ride
Bbaug
So all the homies from the South
to represent for the streets
213 -323 -310
All the lost down to the balance
S -G -B -S -F -E -O -C -I -E -S -D
and anyone that's from
the big one three
I'm packing pistol for dismissal
for I'm serving them heat
I never sag and floss a rag
that's as blue as the beat
Crews be dropping fake lines,
never practice what they preach
So to me this shit is deep,
thug until I'm deceased
And if these haters wanna trip,
then force war on the streets
Braids leaking, line of chalk,
then quickly cover with sheets
I'm capable of destruction,
my nine starts to function
that's the deadliest rush
crews be hating,
mixed with frustration
Equals aggravation,
turn them into hospital patients
I get crucial like conflict,
grow a thud in conference,
Bbaug
dressing blue southern conference,
south side of the sun
Roll with them straps off safety
and we ready to bust
there ain't no fuckin' with us
smokin' it up,
frustrations turn into confrontations
Fuckin' with us, and it's a must,
you know, better believe that we ride
Bbaug
So all the homies from the south
Second album, fourth track,
third verse of the script
Tight flows, bangin' beats,
lungs full of bomb
Bbaug
Gm
Wrist mine full of dope rhymes,
pocket full of fat dimes
in this Cali sunshine
blue rags, ball domes
Hollow points, filled in clips,
rubber grips, and crones
It's hard to aim when you're stoned,
that's why we got it for real
Put that beam between your
Bbaug
eyes
and mothafucka you're dead
enemies bleed
That's our number one goal,
we'll never fail to succeed
I put it down for the southriders,
know what that's about
won't spit a heap from the mouth
gotta stay sucka free
Relay the gang with some knowledge,
show the Noah Capito
On the streets, fool, gotta be ready to ride
directly from the south side
smokin' it up
Southside when we ridin',
we throwin' it up
Roll with them straps off, stanky
and we ready to bust
there ain't no fuckin' with us
smokin' it up
Frustrations turn into confrontations,
fuckin' with us
And it's a must, you know,
better believe that we ride
So all the homies from the south
represent that side
So we dippin', rollin',
smokin' it up
Southside when we ridin',
we throwin' it up
Roll with them straps off,
stanky and we ready to bust
there ain't no fuckin' with us
smokin' it up
Frustrations turn into confrontations,
fuckin' with us
And it's a must, you know,
better believe that we ride
So all the homies from the South
represent that side
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'm a Southsider for life
you can't change me
Gm
Bbaug
Cause I'm a Southsider for life,
motherfuckers
Southside
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