Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel here Yo me up in the head phones just a lil' bit, yeah
There ain't shit in this world deeper than and love (Except loyalty and love, thugs) For you, I up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I up close and lay a nigga's kid)
For you, there ain't a damn thing I won't do I'm a thug, this my way I show, my for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we rob a nigga ass
(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to the weight 'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you stayin' upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a goddamn crew (Why?) I know you'd do the same thing too haha
I ride, you for me My enemies enemies How could you not A like me?
you ride for me? (You ain't got to ask) you die for me? (Nigga, they blast you, blast me) you cry for me? (Shit, when I die I cry for me) (Just keep reppin' for me)
Nigga, you for me? (You ain't got to ask) you die for me? (Nigga, blast you, they blast me) you cry for me? (Shit, when I die I cry for me) (Just keep Southside for me)
Nigga, I'm the stem, you the I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the
I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the I'm the driver, you the Jag
I'm the ice, you the I'm grimy, you I'm the bow, you the I'm the shell, you the
I'm a pimp, you a I'm dope, you the I'm a nine, me down You the
you ride for me? (You ain't got to ask) you die for me? (Nigga, blast you, they blast me) you cry for me? (Shit, when I die I cry for me) (Just keep reppin' for me)
Nigga, you for me? (You ain't got to ask) you die for me? (Nigga, they you, they blast me) you cry for me? (Shit, I die I don't cry for me) (Just keep Southside for me)
You can catch me in public housing, wit' of D Or in the Santa mountains, bundled up to ski Since, is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' to the shot box stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same tomorrow When you grind, it's Show at the Apollo Damn every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my like a ho that's sixteen
I ran through niggas, niggas They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun But I'm ghetto, straight from the my nigga If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my
I got so minks, and so many leathers The is surrounded by animal protesters I'm a grown man, livin' like I'm young With the mind of an old man, of wisdom
Here the come, task force van so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' man Your got heart, but your heart's in my hand
You want bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on mom's doormat, wha