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You Ain't Effin Wit Side Video (MV)




Performed By: Terrence Wood
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: TERRENCE WOOD




Terrence Wood - You Ain't Effin Wit Side Lyrics
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You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
Yo Side Effect is Hella proper
I take my shirt off, twist it round your head then I spin you like a helicopter
That ain't a diss I'm just playing with words
I'm just giving niggas something that y'all niggas ain't heard
I be skilladel reppin it, mics I be wreckin it
Side Effect, I'm the shit, you don't wanna step in it
But if you want beef I bring the cattle home
My style be rougher than niggas on Battle Dome
Side come with flows you ain't never seen son
MPC60? sound like a damn machine gun
Spittin out kicks and snares and chopped samples
My words come in herds and you just got trampled
Anything you write, I'ma top it, any topic
Rap over Big Beat and make it microscopic
So basically you don't wanna mess with me
I'm hotter than a porn star with a STD
Messing up the industry for everybody that I f*ck with
Represent it, independent, underground rough shit
Gimme a mic you wanna battle me right
I'm tight like the livest club on Saturday night
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Yo you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
I'm from the twenty one five, the two fifteen
I'ma skilladel rep on my jawn, yahmean
Got the best DJ's, rippin the beat breaks
Fly ass women and chicken cheesesteaks
I'm like Just Ice my style is kool and deadly
I got a hustle different from Cool C and Steady
But still I set it off in my own damn way
Jack, your shit is wack you should sell Amway
Or maybe Herbalife or maybe Avon
The way I rhyme I get more love than Faizon
Check my polished form, had skills since I was knowledge born
Now I'm twenty seven tighter than a college dorm
As I get older I get better
I leave that nigga folded like a sweater
If it got to do with cheddar than I'm like whatever
Let's get to it, let's do it, let's get it on
If you know the motherf*ckin chorus please sing along
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
It's all good, it's Terrence Wood, call me T-Dub
I'll turn this little tight club into fight club
You go to work the next day with black eyes and bruises
They be like what happened? They put on Side's music
I'm too versatile for one style, two styles,
Three styles, freestyles, four styles, more styles
I'm all about pay styles like my man Short Dog
When I buss, I'm sharp like tusks on warthogs
Side I should carry a baton when I rhyme
Running laps around your weak ass lines like marathons
You think your shit is hot man I'll blow your flame out
Nigga I was rappin before rap came out
Back when it was Hip Hop, two turntables
A pair of suede pumas and some fat gold cables
Now the game changed I'm adapting to that
Cracking ya back, like a chiropractor on tracks, know why
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
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You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
Yo Side Effect is Hella proper
I take my shirt off, twist it round your head then I spin you like a helicopter
That ain't a diss I'm just playing with words
I'm just giving niggas something that y'all niggas ain't heard
I be skilladel reppin it, mics I be wreckin it
Side Effect, I'm the shit, you don't wanna step in it
But if you want beef I bring the cattle home
My style be rougher than niggas on Battle Dome
Side come with flows you ain't never seen son
MPC60? sound like a damn machine gun
Spittin out kicks and snares and chopped samples
My words come in herds and you just got trampled
Anything you write, I'ma top it, any topic
Rap over Big Beat and make it microscopic
So basically you don't wanna mess with me
I'm hotter than a porn star with a STD
Messing up the industry for everybody that I f*ck with
Represent it, independent, underground rough shit
Gimme a mic you wanna battle me right
I'm tight like the livest club on Saturday night
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Yo you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
I'm from the twenty one five, the two fifteen
I'ma skilladel rep on my jawn, yahmean
Got the best DJ's, rippin the beat breaks
Fly ass women and chicken cheesesteaks
I'm like Just Ice my style is kool and deadly
I got a hustle different from Cool C and Steady
But still I set it off in my own damn way
Jack, your shit is wack you should sell Amway
Or maybe Herbalife or maybe Avon
The way I rhyme I get more love than Faizon
Check my polished form, had skills since I was knowledge born
Now I'm twenty seven tighter than a college dorm
As I get older I get better
I leave that nigga folded like a sweater
If it got to do with cheddar than I'm like whatever
Let's get to it, let's do it, let's get it on
If you know the motherf*ckin chorus please sing along
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
It's all good, it's Terrence Wood, call me T-Dub
I'll turn this little tight club into fight club
You go to work the next day with black eyes and bruises
They be like what happened? They put on Side's music
I'm too versatile for one style, two styles,
Three styles, freestyles, four styles, more styles
I'm all about pay styles like my man Short Dog
When I buss, I'm sharp like tusks on warthogs
Side I should carry a baton when I rhyme
Running laps around your weak ass lines like marathons
You think your shit is hot man I'll blow your flame out
Nigga I was rappin before rap came out
Back when it was Hip Hop, two turntables
A pair of suede pumas and some fat gold cables
Now the game changed I'm adapting to that
Cracking ya back, like a chiropractor on tracks, know why
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't f*ckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't f*ckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't f*ckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
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Writer: TERRENCE WOOD
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