| Listen, tell y’all bout my side of town
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| Just like, your side of town
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| My side of town
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| Where haters jackers, and police ride around
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| Watch where you find yourself boy
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| Watch where you find yourself, my side of town
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| Where haters jackers, and police ride around listen
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| Yeah, watch where you find yourself
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| My side of town
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| Where haters jackers, and police ride around yeah
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| Watch where you find yourself boy, listen
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| I’m on the cut, focused in on my mission
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| I spot laws from the corner, like peripheral vision
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| I stay humble, but if ever we rumble
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| You get swung on like baseballs or trees in the jungle
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| We lie we steal, smoke weed we rob we kill
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| Put diamonds in our grill, and pop X pills
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| Have sex for scrill, move weight for big faced bills
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| Fornicate daily, and sip drank and emcees chase deals
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| We pushing cocaine with no containment
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| And it’s a dead homies mama, making funeral arrangements
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| We talk slow, but our game is faster
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| And it’s a lady church member, getting smashed by the Pastor
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| It’s a player, bout to get caught slipping
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| And 18 year old girls, is prostitute and stripping
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| (on my side), and boys is always lying
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| And police harassing folks, that’s why they always dying
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| (on my side), my side of town
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| Where haters jackers, and police ride around
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| (on my side), my side of town
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| Where we make paper, and lil' boppers is always down
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| (on my side), laws pull you over for nothing
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| People get murdered for crumbs, and po' people are suffering
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| Take a picture, a stray bullet could possibly hit ya
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| And it’s a killer at the red light, that’s plotting to get ya
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| After ten, it’s a crackhead that’s smoking again
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| And somebody’s husband or wife, is laying up with they friend
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| And it’s a couple of young gangstas, bout to blast they heat
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| And it’s a snitch talking to the FED’s, as we speak
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| (on my side), ninety degrees is cool
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| And elementary kids, bring guns and weed to school
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| If somebody saying they do, that mean they probably don’t
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| And a clean ride, will get you any gal that you want
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| (on my side) we po' drank, for every player that sunk
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| It’s enough liquor on the ground, to get the cement drunk
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| And if you walk through, you better have a ghetto pass
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| Cause a 60 year old lady, might jack your ass
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| (on my side), my side of town
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| Where haters jackers, and police ride around
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| (on my side), my side of town
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| Where we make paper, and lil' boppers is always down
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| (on my side), my side of town
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| Where if you come around here capping, you will get clowned
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| (on my side), my side of town
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| Where you regret, to see a young body laying on the ground
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| (on my side), a baby mama is plotting
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| And boys is dropping mo' underground tapes, than Bin Laden
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| And down the street, it’s a dude that’s grinding
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| With a trunk full of work, and the laws is behind him
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| And cats blaze, see his T smoke hays
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| Half the females either dyking, or they go both ways
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| And everybody, want drugs and sex
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| Some got new cars, and living in the damn projects
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| (on my side), you better learn to fight
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| Bullets burn and bite, it might be your turn tonight
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| If it’s plex between me and you, might witness division
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| It’s competition in the G-code, it’s like a religion
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| We buy and sell, the females are fine as hell
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| And on the cool, half of them done did time in jail
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| (on my side), you might a seven year old cuss
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| And every race got a business, in our hood but us |