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Southside Video (MV)




Performed By: Blaqrock
Length: 3:51
Written by: Gardner McFadden




Blaqrock - Southside 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
F*ck 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 f*cked 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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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
F*ck 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 f*cked 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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Writer: Gardner McFadden
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