All This Murky Green (2005)

Actors

• Raminder Chadha (actor)
• Dwight Sora (actor)
• Thomas Sigsby (actor)
• Tim Ferrin (director)
• Ryan Wolff (director)
• Greg Beam (actor)
• Jack Ginay (actor)
• Jonathan Wohl (composer)
• Justin Peters (actor)
• Marc DeMoss (actor)
• Justin Peters (writer)
• Justin Peters (producer)
• John Leen (actor)
• Kate Mortimer (actress)
• Daniel Reidy (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

Taglines:

The teamwork doesn't end when the workday is over.

The Night Bird (1977)

Actors

• Herschel Savage (actor)
• Sharon Mitchell (actress)
• Robert Kerman (actor)
• David Morris (actor)
• Dave Ruby (actor)
• Marlene Willoughby (actress)
• Roger Caine (actor)
• Michael Gaunt (actor)
• Roy Stuart (actor)
• Erica Havens (actress)
• Erica Eaton (actress)
• Christie Ford (actress)
• Beth Anna (actress)
• Marc Valentine (actor)
• Marcia Minor (actress)

Genres

• Adult

Taglines:

Fly Into the Passion of the Night

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Southside - 50 Cent
• Southside - Ashanti
• Southside - Tony Yayo
• Southside - The Game
• Southside - Scarface
• Southside - Lloyd
• Southside - Common
• Southside - Fun Lovin Criminals
• Southside - Waka Flocka Flame
• Southside - Lil Scrappy
• Southside - Wedding
• Southside - The Wedding
• Southside - Sarah's Redemption
• Southside - Coach Carter Soundtrack
• Southside - Powerspoonz
• Southside - Game
• Southside - Big Mello

South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I mean?
Chorus
South...siiiiiiide (Look at this nigga son!!)
South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!!, HAHAHAHA!! )
South...siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!)
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money
He mean that big money, not that lil' money
That's my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me
Chorus
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of line)
South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man..)
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good under the summer sun
Down here, you got two options get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the noss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And nigga what!!!!
Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!!!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know what I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!

Verse 1A: Lloyd
Tell ya daddy stop his hating
Cuz I be wearing braids and rockin jerseys daily
But that dont mean im thuggin no
He dont want me with ya
But I aint tryna hear it though
Not tryna hear it though
[Verse 1B: Ashanti (Lloyd)]
But I know that if he knew yah
He would understand yah
Know that your my man and
He would never hurt me no
Let me come and see yah
So that we can be alone, alone
(Baby I know a place that we can go to be alone)
As long as you make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)
[Chorus: Lloyd (Ashanti)]
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
We'll be eating on the low (eating at the low)
Meet me at the southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that my boys goin have my back (yeah-eeh-yeah)
Only at the southside girl (southside, eh-eeh-eh)
Southside
[Verse 2A: Lloyd]
Girl I'll know that we can make it
Cause we won't let him break it
I don't care whose with it
Its you and me against the world
Tell me those three words that
Lets me know you're still my girl
Oh Baby, yeah
[Verse 2B: Ashanti (Lloyd]
Oh I swear I'll never leave you(word)
You're all I have to ya
But by your side I'll show ya
The way a girl needs to roll
You don't need a lot of money
I'm ready come and pick me up, pick me up
(Baby I know a place that we can go to be alone, yeah)
Long as you make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)
[Chorus: Lloyd (Ashanti)]
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight (midnight)
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (oh, no-no-no)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
We'll be eating on the low (eating on the low, oh)
Meet me at the southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (we can go hide babe)
Only at the southside girl (yeah-eeh-yeah)
Southside, southside girl (southside)
Southside
[Break: Lloyd (Ashanti)]
Cuz Baby we can
Baby we can (Baby we can)
Alright
Yeah Baby (Yeah Baby, heh)
Meet me at the southside girl (Oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh)
L&A;: Cause all I want to do is ride to the south wit you
(Ooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-hooh-hoh-ooooh-oooooh)
ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya
[Chorus: Lloyd (Ashanti)]
Meet me at the southside
(You can come and meet me yeah-eeh-yeah, yeah)
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know, oh baby
I'll put you in the hoodbug (meet me at the southside yeah)
I know what I'm doing cause
We'll be eating on the low (meet me at the southside yeah)
Meet me at the southside, southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back
Only at the southside girl, gotchu in tha hood (got me in tha hood)
Southside, but it's all good (we goin chill)
[Outro: Lloyd (Ashanti)]
ATL, Georgia what do we do for ya
Bull dogging like the Georgetown Hoyas
(Can you pick me up tonight, take me anywhere you like)
Shorty let's ride, in my cadillac (Cadillac)
Did you see it babe
And everything'll be coo (yeah)
Side girl (yeah)
Alright (oooh-oh-no, no-ooh-hooh)
So what you wann do (we goin kick it tonight)
(yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, only at the southside)
See know , that you ain't used to this country boy
But I'll show ya (Show me)
Ain't nuttin but a thing (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Chicken wings on string (baby-baby-baby)
That's how ya boy hang (only at the southside, southside, southside)

Yo doe time fix what's good
Make out in the colliseum
Ha ha
Rochdale, baisley, 40
[Verse:]
I'm from where all the warriors come from
Nigga it's sparta 300 with handguns
I hit the collisuem up
And park the bentley on the roof
Feelin like papi mason jumpin out the coupe
Niggaz talkin crazy, that I'l be the death of you
Mortician make up your family missing you
I'm a gangsta how I ain't tucked
Ya pussy niggaz lettin crackheads beat y'all up
Y'all got the gall, I ball, chris paul
And the psychic can't read my life through a crystal ball
2 bricks on consame fedarallis can't find me
My southside state of mind is oh so grimey
Guns fresh out the box keep making me hard
Niggaz swing on me you be spawned with god
Mazirati pull off like a rollercoaster
I got the cars stacked up on the motor coaches
World full of vultures, phone full of soldiers
Deez dusty niggaz dojas, I make they life over
Yea, and I ain't really worried bout when the narcs hit
House in the woods got the bear proof garbage
My jewish lawyer tear up the charges
Money got me in mawi on them models knockers
Ducatti monster, outrun the fucking law
Cause I'm an outlaw with a fucking 44
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm at
Southside where I be
Big gun on me
Haha
Southside
Southside
They say never foregt where you come from nigga
Southside jamaica ya heard
Queens
Rest in peace to dre mose
Rest in peace to stack bundles
Jam master jay

Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I dont hate the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali love
And I aint in no gang
Every nigga that role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Yall niggas aint even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin
Your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up
Scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with g-unit
So yall sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going
Through something
I cant change
I fuck hoes that would make
Mya look lame
Chorus
The reallest of niggas
I role wit them killas (yeah)
The world gotta feel us
My clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble
Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
You aint gotta know
Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
Im a head busta, lil scrappy
When the lead touch ya
And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn
And get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with
Bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones
Like D-R-E and the firm
Cuz im buzzing like WuTang
And it aint even my turn
So who it may concern
Youll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin with them gang bangers
In the SOUTHSIDE
Chorus
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty
(BME) A-town (A-town)
Mi nigga game (Comptown)
You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch
They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit
They wanna get that ass hit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Im for real
Nah not me nigga
Chorus
SOUTHSIDE

Meanwhile, on the Southside of town...
[Chorus]
Southside, the south, southside (8X)
[Scarface]
Now what you niggas know about the dirty South
Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth
Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up
Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up
Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the Gulf Coast
Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke
Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit
The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit
And shut you down, bitch
I represent from all angles of the south
From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house
Knockin' busta muthafuckas out
So what you sayin'
If you for real about this Goddamn game
You'd say you playin'
So what you claimin'
Peep the game that's bein' spit
Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin'
That Southside's the shit
I'm screamin' "Dirty South"
While I'm chuckin' up my deuce
Dedicated to my down ass niggas
The South trues, the Southside
[Chorus]
[Devin]
Southside, nigga what, nigga southside
Bitches come a dime from outta town
With they mouth wide open
Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin'
Off the candy paint, drippin'
Elbows and vogues slippin'
Lookin' for sumtin' to happen
And thinkin' that these streets are cool
And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round
'Cuz I be rappin'
That's when I let 'em know
Hoe, there's no southern hospitality
'Cuz when dey get here
Then the southern fatality
I ball
Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job
Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad
Because it gets crazy after dark
They keep they hands on they gun
From 5th ward to South Park
The Southside
[Chorus]
[Tela]
Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes
Money to fold, afterparties and shows
That's how it goes in this dirty hole
Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh
(Niggas ain't playin' in Texas)
Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus
In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack
That's our thang
Niggas got game and you slang like main
I been around the world and I-I-I-I
Love my Southside niggas
I don't know man
I don't know why, why
We some live ass niggas
Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi
I'm gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die
A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live
In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high
Come on

Tell ya daddy stop his hating
Cuz I be wearing braids and rockin jerseys daily
But that dont mean im thuggin though
He dont want me with you
But I aint tryna hear it though
Not tryna hear it though
But I know that if he knew you
He would understand ya
Know that your my man and
He would never hurt me no
Let me come and see you
So that we can be alone, alone
(Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone)
As long as you make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
That's where we'll be eating on the low (eating on the low)
Meet me at the southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (yeah-eeh-yeah)
Only at the southside girl (southside, eh-eeh-eh)
Southside
Girl I'll know that we can make it
Cause we won't let him break it
I don't care who with it
Its you and me against the world
Tell me those three words that
Lets me know you're still my girl
Oh Baby, yeah
Oh I swear I'll never leave you (why)
People have lied to yah
But by your side I'll show yah
The way a girl needs to roll
You don't need a lot of money
I'm ready come pick me up (pick me up)
(Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone, yeah)
As long as you make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight (midnight)
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (oh, no-no-no)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
That's where we'll be eating on the low (eating on the low, oh)
Meet me at the southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (we can go hide babe)
Only at the southside girl (yeah-eeh-yeah)
Southside, southside girl (southside)
Southside
Baby we can
Baby we can (Baby we can)
Alright
Yeah Baby (Yeah Baby, heh)
Meet me at the southside girl (Oh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh)
Cause all I want to do, is ride the south wit you (Ooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-hooh-hoh-ooooh-oooooh)
ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya
Meet me at the southside (You can come and meet me yeah-eeh-yeah, yeah)
Get you home by midnight (midnight)
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (oh, no-no-no)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
That's where we'll be eating on the low (meet me at the southside yeah)
Meet me at the southside, southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back
Only at the southside girl, gotchu in tha hood (got me in tha hood)
Southside, but it's all good (we goin chill)
ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya
Pull down like we Georgetown Hoyas
(Can you pick me up tonight, take me anywhere you like)
Shorty let's ride, in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Tilt yo seat back
And everything'll be coo (yeah)
Side girl (yeah)
Alright (oooh-oh-no, no-ooh-hooh)
So what you wann do (we goin kick it tonight)
(yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, only at the southside)
I know it, that you ain't used to this country boy
But I'll show ya (Show me)
Ain't nuttin but a thing (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Chicken wings on string (baby-baby-baby)

(feat. Kanye West)
La, la, la, la, la - and e'rybody say
La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you...
I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be
Armor All flow cause it never get rusty
I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me
Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we?
Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up
[Chorus]
We coming from the..
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), South (side)
South (side), Side of the Chi
The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars
I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
Burn cd's with no regard for the stars
Come to the grip with conflict diamonds and the arts
Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas
Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods
We eatin' Joe, you're still talking no carbs
A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs
[Chorus]
Your fly is open, McFly
The crowd is open I think I know why
I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes
And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi
Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon
I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons
Look at that neutron on his green like croutons
People asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?"
[Chorus]
You in the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name were Spalding
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Back to school, ya'll niggas you should call in August
I'm the sun that goes down but yet I'm still revolving
Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling
If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin
With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling
[Chorus]
With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera
Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas
Can't wait till they say, "Ye', he ran up at the Oscars."
Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta
Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza
But this is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters
[Chorus]
Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel
Lean wit it, rock wit it, black like the disciples
Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle
You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle
Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael
Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku
I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do
The conflicts is crucial and trauma is psycho
[Chorus]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
We're coming from the...Hey!
*scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..)
Ya might have to spice it up
Spice it up, spice it up,
Take your life and...
Yo, we're coming from the...Hey!
We're coming from the...Hey!
...and this concludes our Chicago show

On a night with no lights
They found a young girl's body
Jigged and beaten and they made it a priority
But the boys in blue couldn't solve the case
Because the girl that hit the curb didn't have no face
They found her on Delancy Street, Christmas Eve
No suspect sought, much to my relief
And I said wash your face little girl, for real
Pretend you came back with that mass appeal
Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking and heels
Shaking that ass for extra value meals
And down that part of town, that frightens the masses
Filled with mean motherfuckers and noxious gases
Chorus
Delancy I love you, I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancy I love you, I need you
I miss you on the Southside of the street
(2x)
They're all bums girl, they're all bums girl
They're livin' in their fucked up places
I'm talking murder, I'm talking blackmail and jazz
And guys with burned up faces
Delancy I love you, I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancy I love you I need you
Southside, Southside
Delancy I love you I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancy I love you I need you
I miss you on the Southside of the street
You know that you're the flower, baby I am Dr Pepper
I saw you on the street and it made me feel much better
I dragged him 'cross the ground to show him what he'd
done
I seen an F' train coming, shining like the sun
Yeah I looked both ways before I pushed him in the
track
I heard a scream, a crack and I never looked back

[Hook:]
C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die
H-A-T- till I die
Sell that weed till I die
Move that crack till I die
Claim southside till I die
Till I die, till I die
I ain't gon lie, ain't gon lie (Flocka)
[x2]
[Verse 1:]
Stupid stupid swag you ca call me argentina
Run up on flocka, homie got dat nina
I will burn you boi, I'm not playin boi
U kno bout me boi, built to destroy
So icey army slash navy slash marine boys
We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods, we got hella crips, we got hella kings, we got hella folks, niggas sell coke
Sum sell pillz, sum sell weed
We got what u need, and we work dem M's bitch
Dem bitches drilled em, hoes killed em
Ask about flocka all the gurls feel him
And they dig him, yes they love him
But they dirty, u can't really trust them
Niggas at yo front, niggas at yo back door,
They even at yo window, heard u got da kinfolk
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
[? ]
Dick me? pipe me? naw daz unlikely
Cause jail (I ain't gon hav dat)
Parole (I ain't gon hav dat)
Da yard (I ain't gon hav dat)
Da barz (I ain't gon hav dat)
Eastside (ain't gon hav dat)
Westside (ain't gon hav dat)
Northside (ain't gon hav dat)
Southside (ain't gon hav dat)
[x2] think about watchu doin if you run up on me

Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase
I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a preacher so my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame
He show me Cali love and I ain't in no game
Every nigga that role wit' me betta keep it Gd
I'll put the vertebrate push a DDT
Lets get the sip pi y'all niggas ain't even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up, scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with G-Unit so y'all sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going through something
I can't change I fuck hoes that would make
May look lame
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
The realest of niggas, I role wit' them killas
(Yeah)
The world gotta feel us my clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with B-M-E cliquing
You ain't gotta know I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with put them hollow tips
Under your arms like speed stick ride through your hood
In a blue Impala like we crisp
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
I'm a head busta, Lil Scrappy when the lead touch ya
And they ain't no coming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn and get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones like D R E and the firm
'Cuz I'm buzzing like WuTang and it ain't even my turn
So who it may concern you'll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin' with them gang bangers in the South side
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(Hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty A-town
(BME, A-town)
Mi nigga game
(Compton)
You know, it's west side in this bitch
(G, G, G, G)
They want to get that ass hit
(G, G, G, G, G, G Unit)
They wanna get that ass hit
Aye, aye, aye,
(G, G, G, G)
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at?
Na not me nigga
I'm for real
Na not me nigga
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
South side

You've got so much life to live
and so much hurt to give
so don't grow up so fast
Yeah don't grow up so fast
Try being young when you're young,
you'll have time to rest when you're gone
Balancing the wire, now you're holding on
Just let go and take the fall
Mom and Dad will be just fine
Follow me back down into the southside
Follow me back down into the southside
Sweet, sweet adolescence:
thought it would be better, but it isn't
sweet disappointment
Fighting for the wrong side you figured out
it's never too late to make a difference now
There's nothing that can ever hold you down
Take 'em out
Like the feeling of being singled out
I think it's time we run for cover now
Or take the blame
It's not a game, and there is no way out
I think it's time we run for cover now.
Just take the blame

You've got so much life to live
and so much hurt to give,
so don't grow up so fast.
Yeah don't grow up so fast
Try being young when you're young,
you'll have time to rest when you're gone.
Balancing the wire, now you're holding on.
Just let go and take the fall.
Chorus:
Mom and Dad will be just fine.
Follow me back down into the southside.
Follow me back down into the southside (x2)
Sweet, sweet adolescence...
thought it would be better, but it isn't... sweet disappointment.
Fighting for the wrong side you figured out,
it's never too late to make a difference now.
There's nothing that can ever hold you down.
Take â'em out.
(Chorus)
Like the feeling of being singled out, I think it's time we run for cover now.
Or take the blame.
It's not a game, and there is no way out.
I think it's time we run for cover now.
Just take the blame.

We went over to Purchase, to party like we used to,
and relive our days of recklessness with grace.
We stumbled 'round from dorm to dorm,
finding a crowd we could call the norm,
until we ended up in this black hole of a place.
And as I pierced the crowd, obnoxious and loud,
I let my eyes adjust to the lack of light.
I almost cried at how my soul has died,
and as I analyzed, I came to realize
that I'm way too young to feel this numb
among the crowds I used to identify by.
I'm way too young to feel this numb,
to know that everything I'm working for is a lie.
I haven't lived since I turned nineteen,
was sacrificed on the guillotine
of the nine-to-five world I always despised.
They take your spirit, they take your heart,
as your youth begins to fall apart,
and day by day you watch your life pass you by.
I'm way too young to feel this numb
among the crowds I used to identify by.
I'm way too young to feel this numb,
to know that everything I'm working for is a lie.
We once were kings of this scene,
carelessly living out a dream.
We lived in drive-thru parking lots,
drove beat up cars we all let rot.
We stood as one, the time stood still.
We can't grow old, we never will.
We lived and died for our rock shows...
...where did that feeling go?
I've lost best friends
in search of things I'll never find,
made my mistakes, cried in regret, and lost my mind.
But I still know the things I'll hold
to such a great importance
are not quite as superficial
as what I pursued when this all started.

Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I dont hate the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now i hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali love
And i aint in no game
Every nigga that role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Yall niggas aint even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin
Your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up
Scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with g-unit
So yall sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going
Through something
I cant change
I fuck hoes that would make
Mya look lame
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2 - Game]
The reallest of niggas
I role wit them killas (yeah)
The world gotta feel us
My clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble
Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
You aint gotta know
Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what i handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
Im a head busta, lil scrappy
When the lead touch ya
And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn
And get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with
Bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones
Like D-R-E and the firm
Cuz im buzzing like WuTang
And it aint even my turn
So who it may concern
Youll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin with them gang bangers
In the SOUTHSIDE
[CHORUS]
[Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)]
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty
(BME) A-town (A-town)
Mi nigga game (Comptown)
You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch
They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit
They wanna get that ass hit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Im for real
Nah not me nigga
[CHORUS]
SOUTHSIDE [X2]

I'll be SMOOTH like FRICTION
come to you like an addiction
URBANDUBs gettin hard like an erection
GLITCH at the back
big daddy maks slackin
crazy riffs on ya shits getting whack
thank god HAPPY DAYS are here again
I'll be FRANK! crankin out the SKILLZ with his pranks
WHOS NEXT ferns never gonna stop
ALEX PHAT SONIC BOOMs never gonna flop
JOHN D on the volkswagen
crazy dragon getting down with the whole chuckwagon
DOG FELLAZ ask ya bitch if they know me
are you down with the 6000 FAMILY...
Southside
are you ready?
Southside
dont stop dont quit
know we gettin down with some new sh*t
Southside worldwide
keep it real
show the world how you feel
whats up?!
tell me are you ready to be heard?!
AKP USC CDC word
we backin up the places that we been at
skillz and bones show me where the gears phat
BUrn it up SHEILA whats the thrilla yo VAL your candles
burnin up like SQUALL
CYANIDE tell me whos got the SHIVERs?
you took the CAPSULE now you know whos got to quiver
southside yo we take you to another level
worldwide no I aint no mofo rebel
just bring it on know this sh*ts all good
dont you dare coz we knockin on HARDWOOD

feat. Lil Scrappy
[CHORUS - Game (Lil Scrappy)]
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
And if a nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I dont hate the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali love
And I aint in no game
Even if you role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Yall niggas aint even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin
Your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up
Scrappy with your beat up
Im rockin with g-unit
So yall sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going
Through something
I cant change
You look lame
[CHORUS]
[Verse 2 - Game]
The reallest of niggas
I role wit them killas (yeah)
The world gotta feel us
My clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble
Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
You aint gotta know
Im sigend to Dre to know the heat sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down?
Im a head busta, lil scrappy
When the lead touch ya
And they aint no comming back when you dead
Sleep in your earn
And get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with
Bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones
Like D-R-E and the firm
Cuz im buzzing like WuTang
And it aint even my turn
So who it may concern
Youll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin with them gang bangers
In the SOUTHSIDE
[CHORUS]
[Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)]
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty
(BME) A-town (A-town)
Mi nigga game (Comptown)
You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch
They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit
They wanna get that ass hit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Im for real
Nah not me nigga
[CHORUS]

(feat. Z-Ro, Trae, Cl'Che, Ghetto)
(talking:)
What uh, Southside for li'
What, H-Town baby come on
(Big Mello:)
Watch me come through, tal'n bout what it do
Hop out who-do, trunk knock with that Screw
Ain't nothing changed, see I'm still true blue
Hit my licks, but I keep em on the cool huh
I'm a damn fool huh, KMJ the crew
Already heavy like a Cheve, bout the feddy
On scrill break limits, shred rappers like confeddi
Grip the damn grain, pinky ring keep it steady
I'm the body rocker, represent the Southside
Even when I'm high, keep that money on my mind
So I grind, T on my side we gotta shine
Hoes gon mind, cause they know the ice blind
All the time, see I gotta wreck
Cash a damn check, keep my shit up in your deck
The architect designer, hustler slash rhymer
Candy paint niggaz, I'm the base like primer
What big timer, Big Mello
Big thang nigga, stack big pesos
Me and Z-Ro, J and Geno
On the Q track, keep the flow so thoed
I'ma body rock ya, from your head to your toe
Boys can't see, Mello and Z-Ro
Only at the show, late night video
Hiram-Clarke/Mo City, what Mafioso
(Z-Ro:)
Ridgemont 4 representer, niggaz wonder where I went
Bending corners in a Intrepid, fo' do' behind tint
Making stacks upon stacks upon stacks, of B. Franklin
Anybody running up on KMJ, will be stanking
I might be shermed out, I might be smoking on that drizzo
Anyway it go, I'm still gon put a tag on your big toe
Ask Eugene, we killers with automatic machine
Knocking over walls when we crawl, keeping our mug on mean
If you got a sensitive side, get up out my ride
Cause it's sho to be some pistol play, probably homicide
If you's a snitch nigga bitch nigga, I'm digging your ditch
Giving out dome calls, leaving everybody wigless
I'm gonna, give a nigga a headstone
Cause I'm after my paper, mama say go get it even though she dead and gone
Smoke and dranking with alphabets, to tighten my lip
With a dirty gar beam for busters, hitting em right in they hip
I'm a guerilla, do anything it take to make scrilla
Even if one of my own gotta fall, fuck y'all niggaz
I'm one of a kind, and ain't no bitch got my mind
I don't need a relationship, as long as I got my nine
(Trae:)
Tell me the truth, why do these cats be thinking that they could be fucking with us
Really though I don't know, but they don't wanna be running with us
I'm out that Southsi' for li', for li' until I die
KMJ coming up out of the storm, for real that ain't no lie
With Dougie D and Z-Ro, we making a pay to break bread
If somebody fucking with Big Mello, my slug hit em in they head
Ain't no disrespecting my team, or my team'll get aggravated
All you mark ass motherfuckers better duck, or you infiltrated
(Ghetto:)
See I'm a Dirty South talker, philly blunt sparker
Telling hoes to come on down, like Bob Barker
Never been a stalker, man fuck a bitch
All a bitch can do for a pimp, is make me rich
Hit the switch in a mothership, with bump in the trunk
I ain't tripping on no haters, I got that pump in the trunk
And I'm ready to dump, up on a bitch ass nigga
Cause ain't no Blood'n or Crip'n, cause we from Texas nigga
Shit we all about, our cash flow
Don't play no games, or you'll end up with a tag up on your big toe
It's that nigga Mello, and that nigga Ghetto
Coming through your backdo', bitch what they hitting fo'
Some playas, down here
Don't bring your girl, cause we hot pussy slayers down here
Done hooked up with my nigga Daz Dili', from the motherfucking West
Burning holes in you niggaz chest, like you was smoking on some stress
Or that bomb-bomb, nigga from Vietnam
Nigga ring the motherfucking alarm, cause it's on
I got my nigga JJ, in a zone
Nigga motherfucker, tell that bitch to bring it on
I don't know why, niggaz wanna try but try
But the only think I know, that your niggaz'll die
If they fucking, with the KMJ click
If you don't like it, get up off the Southside dick bitch
(Cl'Che:)
If you wonder where I'm at, this guerilla at
I'm shining in your face, if you haven't seen me yet
I'm a Southsi' for li', hot girl
Rocking with the Big Mello, and the Crooked Z-Ro
Quick to break the hoes, off
While we dropping tops, we got you dropping your mouth
Cl'Che representing for the South, the Dirty South
Ask that Q, these haters put em in line
Big Mello above the Cl', Z-Ro on the side of Cl'
So I'm telling you, ain't none of that getting close to Cl'
I play with big boys, that move them big thangs
C.D.'s and LP's, so we can get a bigger name
KMJ, we gon stick to your brain like cement
Glass get em Monroe, we flyer than bird shit
It's me, now tell me what you see
A list mouth motherfucker, with a cold mouthpiece
R.I.P. to my G's and chicks, we still swanging them do's
Candy riding on 4's, and niggaz polishing they golds
Down here, Southsi' for li'