Guerilla Maab - Dirty Southside lyrics
(feat. Chris Ward, H.A.W.K.) [H.A.W.K] Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open Peeping and scoping, the way we sip syrup and smoking From Texas to Oakland, we transporting dope and If we you think we joking, we leave your hearts broken I bury a stone, in these H-Town streets I did mines technique, and now I rap to eat Nigga ain't shit sweet, bout the Southside killas Untamed guerillas, executing for the scrilla Thugs and drug dealers, we get it how we live We gather our sives, and ain't got shit to give Please lend me your ears, and focus your eyes On this plan I divide, the cakes and pies This a word from the wise, platinum can and strategize Super size your fries, and O's each for the scatter True soldier never dies, a real thug never cry Big H.A.W.K and Trae, are made niggaz on the rise [Trae] You better believe that, I got behind effect everyday of my life This is the home of the shife, thugs and killas caught up in the street life Trying to get paid from Tennessee, from living as a ghetto star And these boppers be steady scheming, trying to pull up in a foreign car Living that fast life, and you only wanna see that lime light But the fast life ain't the good life, so nigga get your mind right Cause money bring a nigga stress, making your kin folk wanna plex So you restless and reckless, and 24-7 you strapped with a vest You feel me mayn [Chorus] Dirty Southside In your time of need, you won't Dirty Southside Can't tell your friends, from your foes Dirty Southside Just can't trust, these dirty hoes Dirty Southside Where niggaz die for the love, of dough [Trae] I be reckless in Texas, and I ain't taking no loss Trying to play with my dough, and you gon get bumped off You gon wind up missing if you keep fucking with me, you'll see And while the game is shady, you see these fellas stay the same So you better be careful, when you speak my name Its more than the cash, and its deeper than the flame with me, ooh wee [Dougie D] Welcome down to the Dirty, the Dirty Southside Where niggaz bubble and grind, and hustle they hardest to shine And some die for the dough, never put your trust in a hoe And all the distractions in the mist of your money, just let that go Best believe its fa sho, niggaz so tired of being broke Thinking up in the game, I came here to make my money grow I just stood on the blocks, living and keeping and shit hot Cocking my glock, watching for people trying to knock Ain't nobody gon do it, like them boys in the Dirty do it Living up to the name, Dougie D running right on through it I'ma keep it on fire, off of the chain off of the wire Till time has expired, fucking it up till I retire, on da [Chorus] [Chris Ward] I'm from the Southside, where its dirty as hell Where niggaz got pints of drank, and birdies for sale Right when you think we fall off, that's when we prevail Y'all still talking down, fuck it oh well You can say what you wanna say, and do what you wanna do Mad cause we number one, and y'all ain't even much number two I wonder what's gon be the topic, when you see me coming through Screens lit, greens lit, in a new BMW That's where the topic changes, to uh who's who Everybody know I'm Chris Ward playa, but who is you And what's so funny, not only these niggaz these butches hate me Mad cause they can't date me, make me or break me I got street smarts, that's why I use my muscle and mind Even though I rap, I still hustle and grind Right quick I get a white brick, cold I'm busting it down Cause on the Southside, its a must that we shine nigga [Chorus x2]
