The Rough Side of Town

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Southside's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle A kid got stuck for a buck under the trestle Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle He fought back, but the attack was brutal Futile to his survival and the event that his crew will Seek revenge on the assailants who rushed him They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body Had friends, a Benz with rims by Gotti Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him Kids wanted to be him when they saw him in the coliseum Lots of cash hoppin' fast on the avenue Pump up your system loud and he'll laugh at you 'Cause under the TEC is a gooseneck And a Glock nine when he stops at the light Pumpin', risin' into the top in [Chorus] Southside, Southside (Rough) Southside, Southside (Rough) Southside, Southside (Rough) Southside, Southside Southside, Southside [Verse 2: Prince Poetry] I grew up on the rough side of town, kids play stick-up Playing the game of survival, going uptown to pick up Supportin' the taste with leathers and bamboos and black Timbs Benz parked at the curb while puffin' herb (Word) Cruisin' 160 with the lean Sportin' BVs on the Bimmer with the Italian wintergreen Interior while the Alpine pumps, you get open Hoppin', hopin' to catch them all open, girls scopin' As you unlock, now you gotta go, gotta go Hoppin' down Merit to get back to the 40 Back in the days, Queens never got props But Southside had citywide respect plus knockouts 40, Baisley, Sutphin, Merrick Queens wack, step back, I don't wanna hear it, I'm from [Chorus] Southside, Southside (Rough side, rough) Southside, Southside Southside, Southside (Rough) Southside, Southside (Rough side, rough) Southside, Southside Southside, Southside [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry] Projectiles are fittin' inside of a clip and Personally there's no particular name that's written On the side of a slug, damn, it's bugged When pretty women begin to bend over a drug She used to be the type of girl that was flashy Now the scars from the concrete make her knees look ashy Cops constantly stay on high speed chases Trying to remember faces from previous arrest cases Bulletproof vests is the hottest items to invest in Shots fired, one was hit with the hollow tip and it caved his chest in Kids are gathered around a coffin, crying, sobbing I'm saddened because there's baby left as an orphan 'Cause the life of an illegal entrepreneur Is more than a ragamajag of a Scorpio, buy my cure [Chorus] Southside, Southside Southside, Southside [Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry] Your man wants to get rid of ya 'Cause now you're the number one neighborhood pharmaceutical distributor How could you ever expect this From your man that he would plant product inside of your Lexus? Today you're having lunch with a cutie You got a hunch, you're the type of brother that's moody So instead, you drive a Sterling, lime green To match the colors inside of your Eightball shearling So today he escapes fate to live another day To pick up scale weight inside of a ghetto Inside of the ghetto cars gather together Gettin' ready to hop under the summer weather Armor All glistenin' in the sun, it's four cars And they're each two deep, but you still find it necessary to carry a gun Hoppin' to the beach with a Jeep Full of Chinese cut broads passin' by perpetrators Perpetratin' frauds, you're on the beach, playin' cards Thinkin' about pickin' up a convertible Saab As the sun sets, you all jet inside of the ride But your mentality flips, 'cause you gotta get back to the [Chorus] Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside (Yeah) Southside (Come on), Southside (Yeah) Southside (Come on), Southside (Yeah) Southside (Come on), Southside (Yeah)