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dont get moved by the tools
battle wounds on ya shoes wait
control ya hate
u aint ridin in dem 6s
(WHY?)cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches
I need

that’s the nickname
Switch flows but I’m still the same
Still poppin on the southside
Free Few thats too fly
Homeboy name Ronny My
See us out with those

the mind-state
From Southside to Queen Street
No internet no retweet
I'm still best on repeat
I'm 6 feet you 3 feet
I proceed with more heat
By myself not lonely

fam like always

Still listen to 808s and Heartbreaks by the boy West
The Coldest Winter gotta nigga froze straight to the chest
But it's that Southside

papes
Just a story with no title like that nigga Denny say
Poverty's the reason why my people are dead
And it's the history that tread within the evils

out my fangs
Slap a bitch nigga sex change
Bullets make his hips rearrange
Shots long not mid range
Southside shit ain’t shit changed
Fuck it stay focus

yourself when no one thought you could
My state of mind growing up in the hood
Southside 149th story for another time
Got like nine lives scared to even

Yuh, yuh
Mm, yeah yeah
Yuh, yuh
Southside
East Coast in this shit
Who dat bitch? (Who dat bitch)
Hella fine (Who dat bitch)
Who dat bitch? (Silly

out
Born in ninety five, grew up on that Reasonable Doubt
I jumped off the porch early, at my grandma house
I grew up on the southside when it won't

Sittin’ by herself, well, she looked kinda pretty, 
Alone in that Southside bar
She was about 40, maybe close to 50
Couldn’t quite tell from afar

government corrupt
Dead roses in the back seat the back seat
Home of the brave but the land ain't free it ain't free
Paid my dues on the southside warm days

I remember speeding through every red light when my mom called my work crying, said somebody just climbed through the bedroom window while she was by

story
And I won't OD
But that's what
These niggas be on
Most of these niggas just be peons Yeah
Tweaking bpm at 3 PM
I'm in my zone yeah
By the time you

say its up we drop em down like Santa coming down the chimney on christmas
Southside baby my story a one way ticket from rags to riches
Got em hooked

this is Ra’s territory
Step back and let the rhymes tell the story
Northside, Eastside, Westside, rolling round Southside
Out by my side, ah ah, don’t

Well here's the story of Mickey Dufresne, who lived on the south-side of broken heart's lane, he lived in that house by himself his whole life, Poor

me but can’t replicate the flow. 
When I was alone and cold living in a world that I didn’t know raised by Chicago. 
If you want to learn workshop. You

Hell Yeah (Pimp the System)

Dead Prez

RBG: Revolutionary But Gangsta [Clean]

2004

to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hidin' in the corridor until we see the beam from car headlights

White boy in' the wrong place

Real nigga shit

And so the story began
With a young black man
From the South-Side, a Chicago's hood
Understood winters get cold
And summers get hot

slick I’m from the southside
Love me with yo arms wide
Cuz even when ur wrong I’ll still be by your side
Hard to swallow yo pride
But yu swallow pillows

Just to get by and make the feeling reside
I see the pain in his eyes, you feel the pain in this vibe
Sickness in mind left you anxious inside
Don't

used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made

brunch, sip mimosas out a champagne flute
Seats reclined on the plane with no complaints
Mr. Johnson, each stewardess know me by my nam
Platinum Amex

and stones break bones How do you heal a Nigga
Can't  raise a gangster By yourself it take the whole village
Whoever knew that I would graduate to be a villain