Lirik Lagu Soth Side Story - Lloyd Banks
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Yeh Yeh YehI done learned from mistakes like who’s my manN' Who’s not, like who’s gon run and who’s notLike who’s gon shoot if you shotWho gon hold they own, who’s notWho gon change glocks
[Chorus x2]
In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the headProbably around the same time you use to pee in the bedI’d stay awake cause my nightmares was seein’ him deadThe smell of burnt tires peelin after leavin him leadThe killer fled with a fuckin laughMy heart pumpin on blastI just stare at him slumped in the grassArms movin, fingers shakin, spittin up bloodDNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dugTheir I stood stiffer than wood it’s the homie that use to buy me candyNow he’s gone who’s gonna provide his familyMy air bring this shit up n’ runnin I never thought I’d be that sickDamn I wasn’t suppose to see that shitThat’s when I thought, it was more than 3 shotsIt could have been the aimin for me, maybe he circled around the blockI turned around and my pops, he like “what happened?”This nigga rolled up and just started clappin’, I can still hear him laughin’
[Chorus x2]In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
It was a regular day in southside, sprinklers n’ kids runnin’And all of a sudden heads turnin’, somebody did sumthinThis nigga named, I forgot, fuck it he lived around the blockRegular getting’ money nigga but loved to clown a lotWalk across the park stuntin’ and frontin’Diamonds in his ears, diamond watch on, eatin a bag of popcornWalked up behind a shorty and grabbin’ her waistShe pushed him awaySo he threw the bag in her faceShe felt disrespected , shorty couldn’t accept itCalled him a pussy told him she’d be back in a secondBut he ain’t payin no mind called her a bitch about 4 timesStayed in the park, with no niggas with him and no nineAnd then in no time an older nigga from behindSwung a baseball batLeft his face all crackTold him to take all thatHit him again popped his chain with a frownAnd left the clown with a stain on the ground
[Chorus x2]In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Now all my days go by blowin that sicky ickyCalifornia made me pickyChickenheads tryin’ to stick me with a hickyIf we, roll up quickly, stick me, some was tipsyThe location don’t matter I’m southside until they hit meI’d be deadIf looks can kill, I’m from the ghetto boysBut I don’t know scarface I push will bill, My heart spillsFor the kids who ain’t got nothing and who got to steal, and from myCousin I lost, lookd over the steerin wheel
[Chorus x2]In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Chorus x2]
In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the headProbably around the same time you use to pee in the bedI’d stay awake cause my nightmares was seein’ him deadThe smell of burnt tires peelin after leavin him leadThe killer fled with a fuckin laughMy heart pumpin on blastI just stare at him slumped in the grassArms movin, fingers shakin, spittin up bloodDNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dugTheir I stood stiffer than wood it’s the homie that use to buy me candyNow he’s gone who’s gonna provide his familyMy air bring this shit up n’ runnin I never thought I’d be that sickDamn I wasn’t suppose to see that shitThat’s when I thought, it was more than 3 shotsIt could have been the aimin for me, maybe he circled around the blockI turned around and my pops, he like “what happened?”This nigga rolled up and just started clappin’, I can still hear him laughin’
[Chorus x2]In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
It was a regular day in southside, sprinklers n’ kids runnin’And all of a sudden heads turnin’, somebody did sumthinThis nigga named, I forgot, fuck it he lived around the blockRegular getting’ money nigga but loved to clown a lotWalk across the park stuntin’ and frontin’Diamonds in his ears, diamond watch on, eatin a bag of popcornWalked up behind a shorty and grabbin’ her waistShe pushed him awaySo he threw the bag in her faceShe felt disrespected , shorty couldn’t accept itCalled him a pussy told him she’d be back in a secondBut he ain’t payin no mind called her a bitch about 4 timesStayed in the park, with no niggas with him and no nineAnd then in no time an older nigga from behindSwung a baseball batLeft his face all crackTold him to take all thatHit him again popped his chain with a frownAnd left the clown with a stain on the ground
[Chorus x2]In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Now all my days go by blowin that sicky ickyCalifornia made me pickyChickenheads tryin’ to stick me with a hickyIf we, roll up quickly, stick me, some was tipsyThe location don’t matter I’m southside until they hit meI’d be deadIf looks can kill, I’m from the ghetto boysBut I don’t know scarface I push will bill, My heart spillsFor the kids who ain’t got nothing and who got to steal, and from myCousin I lost, lookd over the steerin wheel
[Chorus x2]In the street of new york you can’t trust nobodyNiggas'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shotyLoyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobbyYou wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
