[Hook - 2x]
By your side, I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side
[E.S.G.]
Like a 40 Cal., heater
If a b**h really down, when you broke she won't leave ya
It must be the money, not the s** that please her
When n***as go to jail, some b**hes catch amnesia
But I'm (by your side), when I really need ya
Cops ain't have no warrant, illegal search and seizure
But I'm (by your side), like Siamese twins
n***a you think you damn friends, see they quick to do you in
But I'm (by your side), like we was kin
Know hoe you tell a fake n***a, by his fake a** grin
But long as the money spend, and he can ride in your Benz
You the realest n***a he know, until your do' get low again
But I'm (by your side), like a soldier in combat
Or when you leave me hanging, like the Lakers done Shaq
I'm (by your side), like peas in a pod
Most real n***as gone, so it's up to me to do the job
But I'm (by your side), hanging out the Dodge Hemi
Busting at them cowards, till my whole clip empty
Grip the wood in the drop, won't be like Sug and Pac
Won't be like Baby and Lil' Wayne, see I'ma keep it real mayn
Cause I'm (by your side), like Jay and Dame Dash
Even they split up, but was it all about the cash
You'll be (by your side), like a snitch and a cop
But if you bring him by my spot, your b**h a** might get shot
But I'm (by your side), even if ya strung out on dope
I'll still lift your head up, and try to give ya some hope
Hell naw I ain't the pope, but I speak for my people
Everybody in this rap game, ain't created equal
But I'm (by your side), like a nerd and his computer
Money break up clicks, ask Chingy and Luda
But I'm (by your side), as soon as you try to get back
By your side, gon be a brand new sh** bag
I'm (by your side), like Bonnie and Clyde
Butch Ca**' and the Sundance Kid, b**h we get it how we live
Poking stuck to your rib, just some food for thought
Most greedy a** gangstas, end up getting caught
But see I'm (by your side), like a man to his word
I'm a stand-up guy, still when I'm leaning on the syrup
I'll be (by your side), like a rev and a deacon
No matter your race black white, mexican or puerto rican
I'll be (by your side), as long as you keep it real
Some n***as carry guns, but ain't got heart to k**
But they got the heart to squeel, and tell your bidness
Went from a neighborhood punk, to a snitch turned a witness
You'll be (by your side), you think I'm damn near dead
See you think ya on top, but see I'm three years ahead
No longer (by your side), let the truth be revealed
Cedric Sosa Cedric Hill, shoulda been the n***a that got the deal g'eah
[Hook - 2x]