Diaz Brothers - South Side Story lyrics

Intro: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I done learned from mistakes like who's my man, and who's not Like who's gone run, and who's not Like who's gone shoot if you shot Who gone hold they own, who's not Who gone change spots [Hook] In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody n***as'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty Loyalty comes free, and smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body (x2) [Verse 1] When I was ten years old, I seen a n***a take three in the head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead The k**er fled with a f**in' laugh My heart pumpin' on blast I just stared at him, slumped in the gra** Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug There I stood, stiffer than wood See homey used to buy me candy Now he's gone, who gone provide his family? My ear ringing, shoulda been runnin' I never thought I'd be that sick Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that sh** That's when I thought It was more than three shots He coulda been aimin' for me, maybe he circled around the block I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?" This n***a rolled up and just started clappin' I can still hear him laughin' [Hook] [Verse 2] It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin' All of a sudden, heads turnin', somebody did somethin' This n***a name I forgot, f** it, he lived around the block Regular gettin' money n***a, but loved to clown a lot Walked across the park, stuntin', frontin' Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on Eatin' a bag of popcorn Walked up behind a shorty, 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**y, told him she'd be back in a second But he ain't pay her no mind Called her a b**h about four times Stayed in the park, wit' no n***as wit' em and no nine And them in no time, older n***a from behind Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack Told him "Take all that!" Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown And left the clown, with a stain on the ground [Hook] [Verse 3] Now all my days go by blowin' that sticky, icky California made me picky Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy The location don't matter, I'm South Side until they hit me I'll be DEAD If looks can k**, I'm from the ghetto boys But I don't know Scarface or Bushwick Bill My heart spills For the kids that ain't got nothin' ain't got it still And for my, cousin I lost Humped over the steerin' wheel [Hook]