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southside robbery - dj cas3y lyrics

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god*god d*mn
south boy
god*god d*mn
i’m packing my gat, i rat*tat*tat
i’m never leave em’ standing

husbands shootin’ they wife, thinkin’ she dead, so he take his life
suicidal, unforgiven sins, now you h*ll type
funerals real thick, neighborhoods kinda sick
families havin’ a fit, news reporters eat the cat
they don’t understand, that we takin’ this sh*t to d*mn far
they can’t recognize until they move up on our boulevard
no good, hollywood, big dope dealers never last
tryna front a youngin’, sellout, snitchin’ on your monkey ass

mississippi mama bumpin in that ride
southside n*ggas bе on the ride
straight to the weed spot
with thе money just coast with the slip
bout now time to get high
this is a robbery, don’t makes this sh*t no murder, mane
drop off your cheeks
my n*ggas been a victim murder stang

prayin’ for some blessins’, one more second can i give it to thee
so many n*ggas d*i*e up in my hood and in the street
livin’ your life as a hustler, murder or robber, you got to live by your rep
n*ggas be fakin’ a front with the unlaoded pump, they know they be bodyin’ themselves
we can do this western style, meanin’, toe to toe, you see
take ten paces to the front and turn around as i buck thee
nine double*m to the back of the head like a check, i’m gon’ cash ya
hocus to pocus, you witness my magic, alakazam, kaboom, i blast ’em
god*god d*mn
south boy
god*god d*mn
i’m packing my gat, i rat*tat*tat
i’m never leave em’ standing

mississippi mama bumpin in that ride
southside n*ggas be on the ride
straight to the weed spot
with the money just coast with the slip
bout now time to get high
this is a robbery, don’t makes this sh*t no murder, mane
drop off your cheeks
my n*ggas been a victim murder stang

now my n*ggas in the club gettin’ real buck
?
like a crash, hey, mayday
?
’cause we comin’ from south parkway, mane, look

mister treat a b*tch bad, then i beat her to the floor
once she call them folks, i’m out your door, where can i hide, ho?
in the f*ckin’ closet, d*mn, them roaches fallin’ on my face
motherf*cker, juvenile, catch me, then you got a case

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