ORGANIZED KONFUSION - The rough side of town (south side) lyrics

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South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle

A kid got stuck, for a buck under the trussle

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

He 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 9, when he stops at the light

Pumpin rides into the top in ...

South Side [x10]

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, one-six-oh, with the lean

sportin BV's on the Beamer with the Italian wintergreen interior

while the Alpine pump, 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 four-oh

Back in the days Queens never got props

but South Side had citywide respect plus knockouts

Forty, Baisley, Suptin, Merit

Queens wack step back I don't wanna hear it I'm from

South Side [x16, scratching intermixed]

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 vest 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 him coffin quiet

Softly they're standin cause there's baby left as an orphan

Cause the life of an illegal entrepeneur

is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a Scorpio buy my cure

South Side [x4]

Your man wants to get rid of ya

Cause now you're the number one neighborhood pharmeceutical 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 gotta 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 sherling

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

South Side [x16]