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Southside

Lil Scrappy

Coach Carter

2005

the southside
(ayy, ayy, ain't nothin, ain't nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it

with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer

like AR
Every real street n***a got a fuck n***a radar 
Bitch don't really like me, all the lil' ho see is paper 
All I got is dick, I told that ho I'm

out, left the lil' hoe walkin
Not with the gimmick, I ain't with the talkin'
Big Mac, like Christopher Wallace
Hit from the back, she call me big poppa

they tryna' label me
I'm tryna' make some demands, lil' bitch
Huh

Tryna' rage out, just like Teasy
We popping our shit, we just call it 'Nembrot'

going on
Pull up on a nigga in that 4 by 4
I be laughing at these niggas like they told a joke
Call up Ricko cause I know his ass be toltin' poles
(Huh)

Attached, im silent
I'm shootin that shit im violent,
Roll it up now, I smoke this grass,
Drive by and I'm shootin yo ass,
She be a treesha so I call her

huh

Temperature rising up
Ten in the mornin', time to roll (shawty a real deal)
I'm tempted to tell you the truth, but the timing wrong, huh
I

And you're that n***a always flying coach
Yea, no fucks given to a n***a though
Yea, know i gotta roll in my own lane
Yea, ya boy still flyer than a Benzo
Yea,

White Linen Affair (Toney Awards)

Ghostface Killah

The Big Doe Rehab

2007

Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,

said
Need a hook song call up ted call up ty call up cenny call em all n tell em get wit me or dat yg or dat boy g or eb or dat lil ke spit game like

ain't playin' 'bout that ('bout that)
NBA be my gang, bitch I stand on that
(I stand) real diamonds on my neck
Spent them bands on that
Bitch nigga call

call you hit the range quick
By the time you done then I'm at your fucking crib

Twelve gauge Remington
Blowing out his motherfucking ribs
One wrong

a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp

nothing 'cause you feel a lil pain
They don't want you if they can get the real thing
Stress about whatever when a dollar still made
I'm just tryna feel

go dumb with the throat
She real wet in the body
Take a adderall she take a Molly
Now she ridin my dick like a Charli (woah)
She a gangsta lil bih' but

I'm fully focused
Here lil bitch roll this

Pull some racks
Out my coat bitch

Like hocus pocus

Have no fear
Diamonds clear

Fly like lear
It's my

a joke and lil nigga, I'm cracking up (Ha Ha)
Not talking money, no conversation
Man, I'm real as it get don't need explanation
Just know I'm packing for

em cross the kid was the last time
It’s like they know how to act up not act right
Tryna call themselves by a name that they don’t act like
Told myself

this a draco
This bitch get to singing marvins room
It's it's favorite song
I went and hit the plug for the bows
Call me jon jones
Hollow tip hit fucking

niggas try to send they lil' bro like I ain't big homie
Hold on, let me call lil' bro so he can get on him
And the opp said I was broke, so you know I had

bust my gun
I bust my money gun gun
Roll the spliff up light it up
Back to back shots pouring Henny in my cup uh?
Whats the fun, if you ain't drinking by

call that hoe back
just to deal with it aye
Roll up let’s pray I’ve been going all day
 Nigga try me smoke the fuck nigga nigga  ion play
Real street ion

I built this shit
Me, brick by brick and I'll be damned
If I let you tear it down
Just cus' you don't like the way Another nigga talk
Beefin' with my