It’s Me

Who do you know
Where you from
Where you stay
Southside Westside DOA
17 had the juice
Word to Mama
Chopping cars Boulevard
Was the hottest summer
Hit the Stu with PC
Showing me aroma
Hit the corner, serve the fiend
Put em in a coma
Heart was dark, chasing sin
Shotgun in a hearse
Paid my tithes, priest seen me
Won’t let me in church

Back in 91' prison cell seen my mom
The crackhouse, a glass house
You can see your problems
Road runner told me boy don’t be a fiend
Chasing Lucid dreams
Put me in front of a triple beam
You want money like machines
But it just ain’t like that
Used to write to Santa
But that bitch ain’t write back
Swear I would serve the world if I could get you right back
Swear I would serve the world if I could get you right back

Who do you know
Where you from
Where you stay
Southside Westside DOA
17 had the juice
Word to Mama
Chopping cars Boulevard
Was the hottest summer
Hit the Stu with PC
Showing me aroma
Hit the corner, serve the fiend
Put em in a coma
Heart was dark, chasing sin
Shotgun in a hearse
Paid my tithes, priest seen me
Won’t let me in church

Who you know where you from
What’s your name
What you claim?
I ain’t playing nigga I’m with my gang
I ain’t changed I’m still the same
So fuck the fame fuck the love
You bitches dubs
I don’t fuck with scrubs
On my mama
I pray to God
They don’t do me wrong
Side by side Dade County’s
Where you don’t belong
I’m a rider I need my dollars
Holler Guala Guala
New designer, I’m dripping water
This is manslaughter

Who do you know
Where you from
Where you stay
Southside Westside DOA
17 had the juice
Word to Mama
Chopping cars Boulevard
Was the hottest summer
Hit the Stu with PC
Showing me aroma
Hit the corner, serve the fiend
Put em in a coma
Heart was dark, chasing sin
Shotgun in a hearse
Paid my tithes, priest seen me
Won’t let me in church

Southside, southside, southside