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kyu (fka tokio) - southside lyrics

[hook]
born out the southside
’52, ’03 when the god rise
still f+ck them pigs, let ’em all fry
better not bark sh+t when the opps die (ay, when the cops die)
born out the southside
’52, ’03 when the god rise
still f+ck them pigs, let ’em all fry
better not bark sh+t when the opps die

[verse 1]
i ain’t never trust a badge, never told sh+t
i ain’t never leave a trace, not a culprit
motherf+ckers get shook when the heat spit
one hit in between, leave your head split
better know, i’m not a crip or a blood
still i’ll send you above
have your kids playin’ ’round in your puddle of blood
cause you a flood with the sh+t that i tuck
meet you at a red light, you like “oh sh+t f+ck”
oh shucks
you busters don’t bust shots
hit you like rang’ ross
break yo’ head, make you leak, blood clots
pockets on rick ross
boy, why you wrist watch
have your ass jumpin’ like hopscotch
i’m what you are not
harder than bedrock
hotter than rocks off the stove top
see me, cause tongue knots
ride through with uwops
try me, i’ll send you to 2pac

[verse 2]
b+tch
i’m undeniable
i am both your living fear and the saving you eyeing, though, i can hold and mold your planet to isotopes
you cannot cope with the fact that you dying slow, hope that the winter snow get you down coated from head to toe
trained to go if you wan’ try me, hoe
aim for the throat, b+tterfly get you poked
i am a soldier meant not to be slowed
so get in my business, your head will be rolled
intervene on me, your ashes get smoked
try comin’ for me and you losin’ your bro and your hoe and the next thing you know your whole family with holes
you the last breathin’, i’m leavin’ you broke
torture your ass then the skies you will go
stalk on your friends, body bag ’em and close
ain’t fighting no case ’cause the judge done got choked
cold

[verse 3]
(huh, jigsaw with a hacksaw)
jigsaw with a hacksaw, better back off
‘fore it’s too late, cut your head off, wait
these p+ssies fear me and more when irate
could give less of a sh+t, even on a good day
see it’s better for them to just keep me at bay
and even near death, b+tch, you’ll still hear me say

[hook]
born out the southside
’52, ’03 when the god rise
still f+ck them pigs, let ’em all fry
better not bark sh+t when the opps die (ay, when the cops die)
born out the southside
’52, ’03 when the god rise
still f+ck them pigs, let ’em all fry
better not bark sh+t when the opps die, motherf+cker

- kyu fka tokio lyrics

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