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Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
His hair'll get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
They rolled with Easy Wider then, they didn't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was Jus was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I throw out names of games who dealt up with pies
Like LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks