笨小笨South Side Story (Album Version|Explicit)歌词由Lloyd Banks演唱，出自专辑《The Hunger For More (Explicit)》，下面是《South Side Story (Album Version|Explicit)》完整版歌词！
South Side Story (Album Version|Explicit)歌词完整版
South Side Story - Lloyd Banks
Written by：Christopher Lloyde/Hugo Diaz/Luis Diaz/Barry White
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I done learned from mistakes like who's my man
N' Who's not like who's gon run and who's not
Like who's gon shoot if you shot
Who gon hold they own who's not
Who gon change glocks
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
When I was 10 years old
I seen a ni**a take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time you use to pee in the bed
I'd stay awake cause my nightmares was seein' him dead
The smell of burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead
The killer fled with a f**kin' laugh
My heart pumpin' on blast
I just stare at him slumped in the grass
Arms movin' fingers shakin' spittin' up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
Their I stood stiffer than wood
It's the homie that use to buy me candy
Now he's gone who's gonna provide his family
My air bring this sh*t up n' runnin'
I never thought I'd be that sick
D**n I wasn't suppose to see that sh*t
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
It could have been the aimin' for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turned around and my pops
He like 'what happened '
This ni**a rolled up and just started clappin'
I can still hear him laughin'
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
It was a regular day in southside
Sprinklers n' kids runnin'
And all of a sudden heads turnin'
Somebody did something
This ni**a named I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting' money ni**a but loved to clown a lot
Walk across the park stuntin' and frontin'
Diamonds in his ears diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind a shorty and grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away
So he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn't accept it
Called him a p**sy told him she'd be back in a second
But he ain't payin' no mind
Called her a b**ch about 4 times
Stayed in the park with no ni**as with him and no nine
And then in no time an older ni**a from behind
Swung a baseball bat
Left his face all crack
Told him to take all that
Hit him again popped his chain with a frown
And left the clown with a stain on the ground
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
Now all my days go by blowin' that sicky icky
California made me picky
Chickenheads tryin' to stick me with a hicky
If we roll up quickly stick me some was tipsy
The location don't matter I'm southside until they hit me
I'd be dead
If looks can kill I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface or Bushwick Bill
My heart spills
For the kids who ain't got nothing and who got to steal
And from my
Cousin I lost lookd over the steerin' wheel
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
In the street of new york you can't trust nobody
Ni**as'll run up on you with a 12 gauge shoty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' w**d is my hobby
You wanna rob me you gotta leave here with a body
