[Intro]
Yea! Yea

I done learn from mistake like who's my men 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's gone choose spots?


[Chorus]
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
^!$$%'s will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty

Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body


[Verse 1]
When I was 10 years old I seen a ^!$$% take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed

I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a $#&@ing laugh

My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
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 family

My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t

That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block

I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This ^!$$% rolled up and started clappin'

I can still hear em' laughin'

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[Verse 2]
It was a regular day in Southside

Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turning somebody did somethin'
This ^!$$% name I forgot

F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money ^!$$%
But love to clown a lot

Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his hear diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn

Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it

Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no ^!$$%s wit and no nine

Then in no time older ^!$$%
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that

Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Left the clown wit his stain on the ground


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me

Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
I'm Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kill

I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit bill

My heart spills for the kids
That ain't got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
Slumped over the steering wheel


[Chorus]