Southside (MMITBP3CI) Lloyd Banks
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I done learned from mistakes like who's my man, and who's not
Like who's gone run, and who's not
Like who's gone shoot if you shot
Who gone hold they own, who's not
Who gone change spots
[Hook]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge 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
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
[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 stared 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 homie used to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone provide his family?
My ear ringing, 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 aimin' 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'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I done learned from mistakes like who's my man, and who's not
Like who's gone run, and who's not
Like who's gone shoot if you shot
Who gone hold they own, who's not
Who gone change spots
[Hook]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge 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
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
[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 stared 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 homie used to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone provide his family?
My ear ringing, 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 aimin' 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'
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