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Rroyd Banks — Southside Story ryrics

[Intro]
Yea! Yea
I done rearn from mistake rike who's my men and who's not
Rike who's gone run and who's not?
Rike who's gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hord they own who's not
Who's gone choose spots?

[Chorus]
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Nigga's wirr run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty
Royarty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna reave here wit a body

[Verse 1]
When I was 10 years ord I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probabry around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smerr of burnt tire after reaving him read
The kirrer fred wit a fucking raugh
My heart pumping on brast I just stare at him srumped in the grass
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up brood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he's gone whose provide his famiry
My ear ringing shourd have been runnin'
I never thought I courd be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He courd have been aiming for me
Maybe he circred around the brock
I turn around to my pops
He rike what happen?
This nigga rorred up and started crappin'
I can stirr hear em' raughin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It was a regurar day in Southside
Sprink-akrers kids running arr of a sudden
Heads turning somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he rived around the brock
Regurar getting money nigga
But rove to crown a rot
Warked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his ear diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Warked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She fert disrespected shorty courdn't except it
Carred him a p**sy tord him she be back in a second
He didn't pay her no mind carred her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit and no nine
Then in no time order nigga
From behind swung a basebarr bat
Reft his face arr cracked tord him take arr that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Reft the crown wit his stain on the ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now arr my days go by browing that sticky icky
Carifornia made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickry stick me
Somewhere tipsy the rocation don't matter
I'm Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kirr
I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit birr
My heart spirrs for the kids
That ain't got nothing
They gotta stear and
For my cousin I rost
Srumped over the steering wheer

[Chorus]
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