Tales of The Southside

Lyrics

[Intro] True tales from the southside, welcome to College Park mane Mane live is everything you know what I'm saying I had a few special requests for this one Niggas should cherish that shit while they got it Hustle hard all he can Hear his family all he can This is Da Clean Up Project Hear his kids all he can Hear his fans all he can What up dawgs, pioneers of the south Every time I hit the mic imma give you all I can These are the tales of the southside [Verse 1: T-Rock] One love to my niggas in the jail and trap, selling crack These street niggas oughta been to Hell & back I've seen a lot of niggas cruisin' off materialism Murdering to kill for the trailin' stacks And it could've been me So I don't take time tryna look in the mirror feelin' it should've been me I've been living in the gutter with the crooks & thieves I don't trope friendly faces but look's deceive Watch yo foes, keep 'em close Looking on the back of your hands to take notes I ain't have niggas in my house One day, next day, tried to rob me, I don't take rose You try to protect mine and my best ability Niggas ain't feelin' me till I come out with that artillery Blast attack, tell 'em to leave the corner, pick his ass up and take him to the morgue facility I've been living in the area for over 11 years I've been doing to get riches and batch rose Never thought I'd be slippin' when I'd be peaceful & protection If you ain't ready then I'll murder and flash shows So I gotta be strapped with calla crows[?] for assholes For tryna get a nigga for the cash flow Blast hoes and black fold up your back door Catchin' bullets like a "Pop-Pop" sparrow [?] is the war Repair-o Choppa's sittin' low in the Black Camaro Imma kill 'em all like the Jag faro Ain't no bitch in my Bow & Marrow You better go get ya a life and a job or something You really need to stop the frontin' I'm cockin' somethin', poppin' somethin' Not anybody think they stoppin' somethin' Speak up hoe 'cause I'm not for mumbling Y'all niggas weaker then a flock of pumpkins You don't wanna see me go kamikaze I'll body you niggas right outside a shop in London I'm syped[?] up, syped[?] out, strapped up, iced out Don't cross me, I turn lights out Smoke weed, Sip Hen, Drink ice house [Chorus: Yung Hazardus] Keep ya friends close, and ya enemies closer Keep ya eyes open, and open a [?] for smokin' 'Cause niggas robbing now, nigga it's jackin' season So when they try to rob me, I'm blasting with no reason Keep ya friends close, and ya enemies closer Keep ya eyes open, and open a [?] for smokin' 'Cause niggas robbing now, nigga it's jackin' season So when they try to rob me, I'm blasting with no reason [Outro: Movie Clip] "This concrete, you gotta make your money Then when you get the money, then you get the power, then when you get the power, then you get the (inaudible to fade)"