Southside (Explicit) - Common/Ye

Everybody say say

I know you I know you

I know you're thinking thinking that it must be

I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty

I ain't gotta say it man dawg trust me

Bust somebody head TLC where was we

Still rock the Prada 'fore that rock the Starter

Niggas out in Georgetown and Magic way harder

Thinking back to the projects and

They way they tore 'em all up

Like when I do a project and come back

And tear the mall up

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside southside south Side of the broads

The cars the half moon the stars

I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars

Burn CDs with no regard for the stars

Come to the grip with conflict diamonds

And the arts Back in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas

Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods

We even yo you still talking no cops

A conscious ni**a with mac like Steven Jobs

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside side of the Chi

Your fly is open McFly

The crowd is open I think I know why

I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes

And yep I'm still the future of the Chi Back in college

I had to get my back up off the futon

I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons

Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes

People asking him "Do you have any gray poupon "

We coming from the

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside southside southside

Side of the Chi You in the building but the building's falling

You wouldn't be balling if your name is Spalding

My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans

Back in school y'all niggas you should

Call him August I'm the sun that goes down

But I'm still revolving

Southside 'bout to walk it out I still get crawling

If rap was Harlem I'd be James Baldwin

With money in the bank like G Rap we're calling

We coming from the

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside southside southside of the Chi

With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera

Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas

Can't wait 'til they say "Yeah he ran up at the Oscars"

Poppa I heard his life is like a movie

Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta

Mexicans don't love it like it was for La Raza

But this is for the mobsters holla

We some true Chi-Town legends

Accept no imposters We coming from the

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside southside southside of

The Chi The un-American Idol Tower like the Eiffel

'Lean Wit it Rock Wit It' black like the Disciples

Know when to use a Bible and when to use a rifle

You rap like you should be on the back of a

Motorcycle Caught a case of robbery

And 'Beat It' like Michael

Your career is a typo mine was written like a haiku

I write to 'Do the Right Things' like Spike do

Through conflicts is crucial and trauma is psycho

We coming from the

Southside southside

Southside southside

Southside southside southside of the

Chi We're coming from the