Southside Da Realist (Original Version)

[chorus: x2]
southside da realist(yeah)
drug dealers killas(yeah)
sharks and gorillas(yeah)
hope that you hear this(yeah)
who said that we aint dope dealing wizards
car changing colors like chamillion lizards

[Verse 1:]
Southside is Da realist
Ima make yah feel it
Microphone blizzards
Out on da grind
Gosta get mine
From da state fair down to x to da pine Home of da killas
Home of da G's
Boi's round here callin dubs duece D's
It's anotha place Southside's a island
Off in da jungle da gorillas be wild in Deep in da game
My domane
You can get it by da pack or by da train
Ain't no fakers
Got dikers and razors
Roll down the exits now it looks like vaguers
Small time bangaz
thats wat dat is
if u ain't scheme'in
u r makin drug deals
blood killa green got dem hoes on da pill
get it how yah live cuz yah gotta eat a meal
I can't starve I drive fast cars
Cut up my bang I den shook up da stars
bang from da gauge make dem behave
I got crown like the king of the cave
King of the castle hustlin master
me and kidd took bigs up to Nebraska
peep wat I say don't come roun my way
I gotta nuff niggas to take up valet
6 niggas deep bringin full heat
we was movin 'bout a half a big every week
my nigga J had the jag lookin right
passin out da motor so we holdin on tight
gettin kinda dark so we flipped on the light
12 hours lata had a full grown pipe
down in Daytona gotta lotta marijuana
Law school is ova but dey didn't find da gonsha
Complete task count up my cash
back in dallas texas blend it in wit my stash
brokers in da past call me candy paint and glass
I den fucked dem up wit da wood in the dash

[chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Back on da scene jump fresh jump clean
I been movin dimes on da mean eugene
me and ceasar chip,8-ball, and j's are
check my background fiends kno who we are
I was kept stuntin on the interstate drivin
got stopped by the cops had to swallow my rock
I was straight showin it don't be burnin
X got my sprewells on dem lanes straight turnin
I hitcha from the block niggas ain't tough
cuz I throw bows like a swooped up bus nigga
it's goin down in the dirty dirty tre's
boyz don't play bout da ya- or da kay