Yeah, that's right,
you know what it is, an other classic
Catch me on the Southside
ridin' high
Heated up, lookin' good
when I'm ridin' by
Got my swag cuttin'
and how everything is fly
Yeah, these niggas wanna get me,
but they scared to try
It's do or die, two minutes,
suckas really ain't dying
Hatin' ass niggas still
wastin' my time
Stood up like a man,
they respect my mind
Hustle, no sleep, and he live on the grind
Feel it when they jock the fame
Dug key from the streets,
way he made his name
Never ever love a bitch,
treat him all the same
Gotta get it how I live,
Southside the game, do your thing
Too many niggas
tryna take me off of my game
Cause a nigga from the hood
did it look so good
Now they all wanna jock my fame
And when I'm comin' down in my Ford
Then I'm rollin' one deep
that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
I'ma die on sight cause I
ain't trippin' though
Misery loves company
and that's why I be 1D
Niggas ain't gotta fuck with me
ballin' or eatin' lunch meat
Yeah got love for me
and they my bros right but trust me
They tired of seeing me
spend all of this motherfuckin' money
When I pull up in valet my
engine in the back
I'm feelin' so good I think
I'ma tip em a rack
That ain't a middle school either
I'm livin' in that VJ right up front
all y 'all bitches can get in the back
And his watch and his necklace
I swear to God they must've
had nails for breakfast
Talkin' down on a nigga name
I ain't mad if I was a hater,
I'd do the same thing
Too many niggas
tryna take me off of my game
Cause a nigga from the hood
did a lil' somethin' good
Now they all wanna talk my way
And when I'm comin' down in my Ford
And I'm rollin' one deep,
that's a tale about me
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
But now I know say,
cause I ain't trippin', no
I can't stand men,
does that make me a lesbian?
Last 20 years,
I ain't been a pedestrian
Woah, wow, for what?
You see all these car keys,
you like which one yours?
I'm like my nigga, all these
Back in the day, I ain't have no dimes,
all threes
Now the dimes be like both of,
don't forget to call me
Never ever love a woman
as much as I love my hustler
Millionaire status,
that's because I love to hustle
Big Mello, Fat Pat, Big Steve
So many people in the clique
that no longer breathe
R .I .P. to DJ Scrooge
Homie, this one here for you
and H .A .W .K. and Moe
I ghetto dream the game true
Too many niggas tryna take
me off of my game
Cause a nigga from New York
did a good some good
Now they all wanna jock my
fame
And when I'm rollin' nine and my four
Then I'm rollin' one deep
That's a tale about me
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
I don't die on no site,
cause I ain't trippin' no more
Keep watchin' me,
an d you fellas gon' see, man
You don't wanna fuck around
with these G's
Fried out, sippin' drink,
blowin' trees
Keep watchin' me,
an d you fellas gon' see, man
You don't wanna fuck around
with these G's
Fried out, sippin' drink, blowin' trees
It's S -U -C -N,
and Big M -O -E, man
Purse first, ass last
If you're willing to take a chance,
then get paid in advance
You dig? I'm talkin' bout we
in there like swimwear,
without the chin -hat
Zer o, most of the done,
you'll keep keepin' done
You feel? Church
Z-ro 
