Southside Lyrics - Finding Forever - Common

And everybody say, say 

I know you, I know you 

I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be 

I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty 

I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me 

Bust somebody head, TLC, where was we? 

Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter 

Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder 

Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore 'em all up 

Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up 

We coming from the 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside, south 

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Side of the broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars 

I'm like Jeff Fort, the way I get behind bars 

Burn CDs with no regard for the stars 

Come to the grip with conflict diamonds and the arts 

Back in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas 

Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods 

We even yo, you still talking no cops 

A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs 

We coming from the 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside, southside side of the Chi 

Your fly is open, McFly 

The crowd is open, I think I know why 

I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes 

And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi 

Photos 

Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon 

I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons 

Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes 

People asking him, "Do you have any gray poupon?" 

We coming from the 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside, southside, side of the Chi 

You in the building but the building's falling 

You wouldn't be balling if your name is Spalding 

My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans 

Back in school, y'all niggas, you should call him August 

I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving 

Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling 

If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin 

With money in the bank like G Rap, we're calling 

We coming from the 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside, southside of the Chi 

With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera 

Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas 

Can't wait 'til they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars" 

Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie 

Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta 

Mexicans don't love it like it was for La Raza 

But this is for the mobsters, holla 

We some true Chi-Town legends, accept no We coming from the 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside, southside of the Chi 

The un-American Idol, Tower like the Eiffel 

'Lean Wit it, Rock Wit It', black like the Disciples 

Know when to use a Bible and when to use a rifle 

You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle 

Caught a case of robbery and 'Beat It' like Michael 

Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku 

I write to 'Do the Right Things' like Spike do 

Through conflicts is crucial and trauma is psycho 

We coming from the 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside 

Southside, southside, southside of the Chi 

We're coming from the 

spice it up 

You might have to spice it up 

Spice it up, spice it up, take your life and 

Yo, we're coming from the 

We're coming from the