Listen to Southside by Blaqrock

Southside

Blaqrock

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5 Shazams

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gardner McFadden
Gardner McFadden
Songwriter
Myles Bacon
Myles Bacon
Songwriter
Mike Ewers
Mike Ewers
Songwriter
Danny Delgado
Danny Delgado
Songwriter

Lyrics

A lot of them won't make it out, make it out A lot of them won't make it out, make it out Southside where they sick of drought, sick of drought Little kids, are they shooters now? Shooters now Pigs kill the word of mouth, word of mouth A lot of them won't make it out, make it out A lot of them won't make it out, make it out Southside where they sick of drought, sick of drought Little kids, are they shooters now? Shooters now Pigs kill the word of mouth, word of mouth A lot of them won't make it out, make it out A lot of them won't make it out Sick with the sickle cell Gangsters die every day, they don't live and tell Farewell to your little brother, little sister CPD don't like ya, luckily they missed ya A mind full of knowledge and a body filled with bullets NBA player, drug dealer, music major, who knew it Southside in the Chi, watch your six Lost five of us, it used to be six I really try to smile, I can't smile for shit I'm not following you Becky, we're just going the same direction I'm detecting, you might be second guessing And stressing me up against the wall, it's the call of autumn I hope the nation doesn't fall (All of your lives) (All of your lives) (All of your lives) (All of your lives) So cold like Chicago Where the hell the time go? Fuck up my time zone, no calls from cell phone Have-beens from the have-nots Let's look for the G spot The problems that we got Talk shit like tongue cheek You fucked up like last week So foul the shit reeks I should have stopped instead Pretend my friends ain't dead, pretend my love ain't dead Go ahead and call the cops, go ahead and call the Ops And that's where we are Watch my head blow and watch me go Because I A lot of them won't make it out, make it out A lot of them won't make it out, make it out Southside where they sick of drought, sick of drought Little kids, are they shooters now? Shooters now Pigs kill the word of mouth, word of mouth A lot of them won't make it out, make it out A lot of them won't make it out, make it out Watch yo back homie They gonna kill homie Just go homie Just run (Run away, run away) (Run away, run away) (Watch me, watch me) (Watch me, watch me walk)
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