SouthSide Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro]
I'ma take this back to the '90s, nigga
Yeah
What I used to do
Grr

[Verse 1]
I used to smash the '6-4 down the block
OE in my lap right next to the Glock
Blue flag in my rearview, no L's, so I made sure I had a clear view for the cops
I was a Southside gangbanger, givin' it up (What up, cuh?)
'Til this music shit crackin', I start givin' a fuck
Yeah, I love my life a lot
Back then, I was about to go dumb when Q-Ball got shot
Then the homie got locked up
I used to worry 'cause I knew that nigga was not tough
I'm a little nigga, but I keep a Glock tucked
Sacramento where niggas' bodies rot up
If you get caught up

[Chorus]
You scared to come outside?
Crip or a Blood, nigga, they gon' ridе
Neighborhood drug dealer, thеy gon' slide
Niggas don't check in, they gon' die
In the Southside
That's what's happenin' in the Southside
You scared to come outside?
Crip or a Blood, nigga, they gon' ride
Neighborhood drug dealer, they gon' slide
Niggas don't check in, they gon' die