I like the way this feel right here
Yo turn me up in the head
There ain't shit in this world deeper
(Except loyalty and love,
For you, I pull up in the whip
and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up close and
For you, there ain't a damn thing
I'm a Thug, this my way I show,
(Nigga for you, I get the coke,
(For you, if we get knocked,
I'ma have to take the weight
Cause with a record like yours dogg,
you ain't stayin' upstate)
I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?)
Cause I know you'd do the
How could you not love a Thug
Would you ride for me? (You ain't even
Would you die for me? (Nigga, they
blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (Shit, when
I die I don't cry for me,
Just keep reppin' Southside for me)
(You ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (Nigga, they
blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (Shit, when
I die I don't cry for me,
Just keep reppin' Southside
(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the Glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the trap
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the stab
I'm the driver, you the Jag)
I'm the ice, you the bezel
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the shell, you the barrel
I'm dope, you the hustler
I'm a nine, quiet me down,
(you ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they
blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when
I die I don't cry for me,
Just keep reppin' Southside for me)
(you ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast
Would you cry for me? (shit, when
I die I don't cry for me,
Just keep reppin' Southside for me)
You can catch me in public housing,
Or in the Santa Monica mountains,
And walk through the strip
And when it comes to dice,
I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like
I wear the same thing tomorrow
it's Showtime at the Apollo
Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen
straight from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by
still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man,
Here the cops come, task force van
I'm called Jack Frost man
cris', you sippin' backwash man
but your heart's in my hand
Or sixteen cars on your mom's