Southside Story Pt.2 Lyrics - H.f.m. 2 - Lloyd Banks

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah 

I done learned from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not 

Like who's gone run, but who's not 

Like who's gone shoot if you shot 

Who gone hold it and who's not 

Who gone change spots 

[Chorus] 

In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody 

Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty 

Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby 

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body 

In the streets of New York, You can't trust nobody 

Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty 

Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby 

You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body 

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[Verse 1] 

When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the head 

Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed 

I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead 

Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead 

The killer fled, with a fuckin' laugh 

My heart pumpin' on blast 

I just started at him, slumped in the grass 

Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood 

DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug 

There I stood, stiffer than wood 

See homey used to buy me candy 

Now he's gone, who gone provide his family? 

My earring, shoulda been runnin' 

I never thought I'd be that sick 

Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that shit 

That's when I thought 

It was more than three shots 

He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the block 

I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?" 

This nigga rolled up and just started clappin' 

I can still hear him laughin' 

[Chorus] 

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[Verse 2] 

It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin' 

All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did somethin' 

This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block 

Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to clown a lot 

Walked across the park, stuntin', frontin' 

Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on 

Eatin' a bag of popcorn 

Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her waist 

She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face 

She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it 

Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a second 

But he din't pay her no mind 

Called her a bitch about four times 

Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no nine 

And them in no time, older nigga from behind 

Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack 

Told him "take all that" 

Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown 

And left the clown, with a stain on the ground 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

All my days go by blowin' that sticky, icky 

California made me picky 

Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey 

If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy 

The location don't matter, I'm South Side until' they hit me 

I'll be DEAD 

If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys 

But I don't know Scarface, I push wit' bill 

My heart spills 

For the kids that ain't got nothin' ain't got it still 

And for my, cousin I lost 

Humped over the steerin' wheel 

[Chorus]