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southside playaz - get ya issue lyrics

(-talking-)
uh-huh you b-tch you, (tre-deuce in the house
clay-day in the house ha-ha, c-loc)
na-na-na-na, (and e.s.g.)

[hook]
what up whoadie, what up soldier
we young g’s coming up, taking over
what up whoadie, what up soldier
worldwide laff-tex, taking over

[c-loc]
now flipping nickles to dimes, and 22’s to 30-30’s
catching dope case after dope case, but motherf-ck the jury
cut throat, in a city full of white folks
f-cking round with laff-tex, you get your f-cking neck broke
ha-ha money moves mountains n-gga, so cease the clowning
so lil’ daddy you like playing with k!llers, so look around ya
from c-loc to 3-2, to t-pop and clay-doe
you ain’t said nothing you’ll get your issue, you b-tch you you heard me
in laffeyette, the k!llers hollin’ p-ss the tech
no need to wear a vest, strictly banging sh-t above the neck
get your mind right or lose, you wanna k!ll some’ing then do it
you got a answer for that sh-t, i thought you knew it
for the last time, we blast on punks and haters just to p-ss time
k!lling family, for disrespecting mine
like sunshine it’s mandatory, no need to worry
two bodies found dead in the cut dog, you know the story you heard me n-gga

[hook – 2x]

[mr. 3-2]
get buck get buck, everybody get wild
boot up boot up, check the gangsta profile
mr. 3-2 the governor, ready to dump
with a fully automatic, from h-town to the swamps
f-ck around get stomped, so baby don’t come at me wrong
i’m trying to leave that gangsta sh-t alone, and bring some platinum song
for michael corleone, and all my southside playaz
with that boy c-loc, so how you do that there
all my peoples on welfare, still getting they issue
all the lil’ mamas who break these trick pockets, i ain’t forget you
you b-tch you, now bring it all to daddy
i’ma chop some’ing up with ya, and let you floss with me in a northstar caddy
a lot of haters mad at me, they can bring that sh-t on
cause i peep through the streets, and my game is strong
backbone afilliated, laff-tex/street game
it’s a black monopoly, verbal uncut cocaine

[hook – 2x]

[t-pop]
cables i’m pulling, in the hood and the flats
c-loc popping neck, laff-tex bout our respect
t-pop holding glocks, in the land of the trill
new orleans, baton rouge, laffeyette how you feel
bout to tear the club up, while these hoes body rocking
h-town southside, fifteen’s knocking
hoes on d-ck, and bouncing that -ss
f-ck slob b-tches, laff-tex bout cash

[clay-doe]
down south where it’s tough, where these drugs got it rough
but it always been this way in this gulf, so we ain’t giving a f-ck
times use to be hard, until i start dropping white broad
in the 3rd ward, and from the laff-tex mob
it’s a hard job to be a s.s.p., but best believe
if strapped is the way to be, then that’s the way it’s gonna be
if it takes coming through your women to get you, to get the picture
i bend my concentrated laff-tex miss ya, and get your issue

[e.s.g.]
we ride fo’ deep, as we creep through each block
in the bentley sipping my henny it’s the e, clay and t-pop
n-gga we drop some sh-t, half of them n-ggas can’t f-ck with
black hearted getting it started, i’m the pitbull of the cl1ck
sipping my syrup by the gallons, f-cking yellowbone stallions
chanel set rolex, with my baguettes and matching medallion
sp-ce age throwing my town, in lexus texas arkana
f-cking the freak hoes doing greek shows, by your cl-ssic in louisiana
now every n-gga, trying to get closer to e
all at the show with the e, but n-gga this show ain’t for free
i won’t deposit anything, so you best to have my sh-t
when you get your hustle on young n-gga, i’m bringing a half a brick
but if you short with my issue, you young -ss lil’ b-tch ya
you best to hope, this motherf-cking tech and a scope gon miss ya uh

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