Tales of The Southside

[Intro]
True tales from the southside, welcome to College Park mane
Mane live is everything you know what I’m saying
I had a few special requests for this one
Niggas should cherish that shit while they got it
Hustle hard all he can
Hear his family all he can
This is Da Clean Up Project
Hear his kids all he can
Hear his fans all he can
What up dawgs, pioneers of the south
Every time I hit the mic imma give you all I can
These are the tales of the southside

[Verse 1: T-Rock]
One love to my niggas in the jail and trap, selling crack
These street niggas oughta been to Hell & back
I’ve seen a lot of niggas cruisin’ off materialism
Murdering to kill for the trailin’ stacks
And it could’ve been me
So I don’t take time tryna look in the mirror feelin’ it should’ve been me
I’ve been living in the gutter with the crooks & thieves
I don’t trope friendly faces but look’s deceive
Watch yo foes, keep 'em close
Looking on the back of your hands to take notes
I ain’t have niggas in my house
One day, next day, tried to rob me, I don’t take rose
You try to protect mine and my best ability
Niggas ain’t feelin’ me till I come out with that artillery
Blast attack, tell 'em to leave the corner, pick his ass up and take him to the morgue facility
I’ve been living in the area for over 11 years
I’ve been doing to get riches and batch rose
Never thought I’d be slippin’ when I’d be peaceful & protection
If you ain’t ready then I’ll murder and flash shows
So I gotta be strapped with calla crows[?] for assholes
For tryna get a nigga for the cash flow
Blast hoes and black fold up your back door
Catchin’ bullets like a “Pop-Pop” sparrow
[?] is the war Repair-o
Choppa’s sittin’ low in the Black Camaro
Imma kill ‘em all like the Jag faro
Ain’t no bitch in my Bow & Marrow
You better go get ya a life and a job or something
You really need to stop the frontin’
I’m cockin’ somethin', poppin’ somethin'
Not anybody think they stoppin’ somethin’
Speak up hoe ‘cause I’m not for mumbling
Y’all niggas weaker then a flock of pumpkins
You don’t wanna see me go kamikaze
I’ll body you niggas right outside a shop in London
I’m syped[?] up, syped[?] out, strapped up, iced out
Don’t cross me, I turn lights out
Smoke weed, Sip Hen, Drink ice house

[Chorus: Yung Hazardus]
Keep ya friends close, and ya enemies closer
Keep ya eyes open, and open a [?] for smokin’
‘Cause niggas robbing now, nigga it’s jackin’ season
So when they try to rob me, I’m blasting with no reason
Keep ya friends close, and ya enemies closer
Keep ya eyes open, and open a [?] for smokin’
‘Cause niggas robbing now, nigga it’s jackin’ season
So when they try to rob me, I’m blasting with no reason

[Outro: Movie Clip]
“This concrete, you gotta make your money
Then when you get the money, then you get the power, then when you get the power, then you get the (inaudible to fade)”