[talking]
  Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
  Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
  One time
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  Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
  Over and over again, just to stay on top
  I recall memories, filled with sin
  Over and over again, and again
    Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
  See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
  For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
  See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
  Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
  This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
  The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
  Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
  As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
  I used to idolize cat
  Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
  that?
  Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
  I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
  Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
  Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
  From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
  Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
  Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
  Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
  Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
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    That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
  Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
  I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
  And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
  Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
  Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
  Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
  Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
  Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
  Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
  A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
  Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
  I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
  Together niggas stand and divided they fall
  Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
  Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
  Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
  Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
  Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
  Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
  Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
  FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
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    Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
  The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
  Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
  Cally
  Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
  A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
  but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
  Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
  If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
  Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
  And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
  I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
  Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
  And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
  And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
  Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
  If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
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