(talking)   Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh   Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?   One time      (Chorus)   Lord forgive me, for I've sinned   Over and over again, just to stay on top   I recall memories, filled with sin   Over and over again, and again      Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team   See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'   For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller   See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer   Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh   This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit   The roll with Easy Rider and they ain'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   Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat   how he go out like that?   Rumors in the hood was ?? 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 thought of names of games who dealt with pies   Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect   Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks   Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks      (Chorus)      That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on   Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran   I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe   And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose   Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin   Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin   Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar   Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata   Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin   Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason   A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth   Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth   I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall   Together niggas stand and divided they fall   Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion   Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean   Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold   Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior   Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious   Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money   Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian   FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion      (Chorus)      Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo   The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo   Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey   Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally   Rodney Bump and Chick, shit   A lot a niggas flow the way I flow   but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know   Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel   If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail   Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused   And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose   I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance   Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags   And a conversation over shrimp and lobster   And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners   Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will   If the flow don't kill you the Mac will