Southside East, bag pack, bag pack. Y 'all know what time it is nigga, we do it for the Southside.
Ain't no what time it is nigga, respect my mind, respect my grind.
Y 'all can't fake it nigga, I ain't going nowhere nigga.
Who the fuck do you think this is? The Southside got something to say.
Step up or jump away, test us we come to spray.
Hop once and dump the case, my bluff don't come alone.
This is the terror dome, fake thugs get wet with chrome.
Tune in, your death is on, no thanks for your sin.
Low Janey, steak and shrimp, fuck you, not pay a pimp.
Get rich or stay with him, I snap when controlling mic.
Rock lots of gold and ice, hip -hop like Dolemite.
This is my golden life, cash in advance ho, that's what I stand for.
Get some demand more and keep guns like Rambo.
My block, I never leave, my thugs forever G.
Cocaine for cheddar cheese, shipped from the seventies.
Hit me and say the word, I keep that data served.
Came off like saw face from April's the eighth of birth.
Get crunk, now here we go.
Walk -ins and stereo, prophesize to be a pimp.
And for today's the embryo, it's worth it in that Chevy drive.
Hook up that ready ride, I've been on them paper chase.
And chemo cake and daddy cry, codeine and crystal meth.
I serve to keep that wealth, more cheese than Caesar's shelf.
I keep cheese like BML.
We made of this shit.
Y 'all punk ass niggas trying to come in.
Act like y 'all motherfuckers just living our lives, nigga.
We've been in this game, motherfuckers.
Damn near ten years gone, nigga.
How can I be so young and feel like a motherfucking noach?
It's time for you to come back.
We on the revolution, nigga.
Call me Young David, nigga.
I'm so drunk because I got reason to be.
That's all we about, nigga.
It's time for the half -nots to get rich, nigga.
It's time for the half -nots to get rich, nigga.
