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Side by Side
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Side by Side was released on January 1, 2001 by Geffen* as a part of the album Wild 'n tha West
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2001
LabelGeffen*
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

Lyrics

Soldiers of the battlefield, cock the fo'-fifth relentless
Aim accurate, **** never miss shit
West Philly, home of the casket, if it's beef, we bag it
Wrap it, seal it in plastic and blast at it
Fuck a third person, I live this shit
Chop bricks, set it up in cribs and shit
Where I'm from, it's 'bout money
If you ain't got it, don't speak about it
'Cause you'll get popped and don't doubt it
We play hoes like crash dummies
I want the ass, plus gas money
And smash your man if he act punny
You want different flows? I'ma give it to you
Defyin' the gravity of hip-hop and send it through you
It's Killadelph, ****, home of the L and crack sales
Hacks, clothespins, cheesesteaks, and city jails
Back in the day, I used to spit bars of rap
Now it's sex, money, and drugs on every track
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' mash parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Why am I the fiercest? 'Cause I shit where you eat
Leave a dead pitbull head where you sleep
Godfather Gambino? (Nah) More like Cali Valentino
'Cause the Roll rich, flash a C-note
And on that note, short, slice that **** throat
No joke, trillian trill, it ain't a cartoon
Tie a **** up with the cord from the vacuum
What it is? Tombstone, a few scriptures
A gang of people cryin' while they lookin' at your picture
I let the whole world know how much I miss you
About as much as a booger in a tissue, ****
Fuck you personally is how I'm feelin', ****
Fuck you parallel in Palm Springs, chillin'
Choppin' it up, tryin' to get a million
Sonny B and Pedigree just left the buildin'
Holla back in L.A. my nine, kiss the children
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' mash parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Some **** say they do, some **** been known to
Metal plate from the plate glass window you're thrown through
C and C who? Better watch what you say
Shh, 'cause the psst got it locked in L.A
Cool water from the Valley, ayy, not City Walk
But where them Zags at, you'll be silly to walk
Yeah, Styles' crease, other **** got tears in it
Want a bounce with no air in it, flip with no care in it
Slide up in them hoes, but we don't date hoes
Twenty thousand sing Nate hook at Staples
No unparalleled efforts by my parallel reps
All tatted up from Adidas to Chucks
**** in pumps, man, my **** not givin' a fuck
So when it's crackin', better duck from the buck, ****, what?
So who the boy who think them wan' test?
Told your bitch-ass that it's wild in the West
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' mash parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' mash parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Side by side, we gon' ride parallel
Mash for the chips, get it straight, done deal
Written by: Maurice White, Wanda Vaughn
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