(feat. H.A.W.K., Willean)


This is my story G, day one on Southside 

Southside till I diiii-iiie... 


[Trae] 

It gotta be Southside all up in your face 

Well I'm creeping and crawling, up out the states 

I made nineteen years and a candidate 

No time to plex, I gotta stack my change 

And working wood on the grain, in the turning lane 

With a 18 thousand dolla, throwed piece and chain 

In the big body Benz, with the raw beam 

Six inch t.v.'s, when I drop the screens 

Drop the top, some fin to hit the fate 

When I'm baller lining, I'm be a bate 

Looking through my shit, watching yellow bones 

And its whether or not, they be creeping my car 

Roll hard on weights, I gotta peep the game 

I'm in a private plane, in a private lane 

With 13 karats, in my pinky ring 

On a pen and pad, I lace up the game 

All on the radio, and on the t.v. 

To the world premier, we on MTV 

Plus so many niggas, really can't see me 

Body rock the states, and pop up on three's 

When I'm swanging 4's, I'm slamming candy do's 

I'm on my P's and Q's, and I love this game 

That's why, everybody wanna knock my hustle 

We done just got rich, and went platinum man 


[Dougie D] 

Thank the Lord for all my success 

Been struggling striving, trying to do my best 

No more canned sardine, just eight cuisines 

Its been a long run, running from the law 

Got a new pair of shoes on feet 

And I owe it to the Southside, cause it's been lovely 

Everybody wanna run with me, and popping trunks all bubbly 

And everybody in the club with me 

Hold up, baby you know the South is so real 

Whit cups and my drank, and blowing on kill 

In the STS, dressed to impress 

With a bow legged round the side, to roll with 

Y'all need to just understand, its so live 

Many dollas into powder stacks, that's right 

When I'm up in the Benz, drop tops in the wind 

Chopping to the corner, then I bend 

Why a motherfucker wanna hate on me man 

Cause they can't get off they ass, and stack change 

Down on Southside, we don't play no games 

We pop trunks on the corners, and the turning lane 

Just realize, and stop fighting the pencil 

Cause I pimp a pen, or a pencil 

Its about time, that your ass gon recognize 

Guerilla Maab is some cold individuals 


[Hook] 

This is my story G, day one on Southside 

Southside till I diiii-iiie 

On the road, to reach in the T.V. and BET 

And I owe it to the Southside 

Southside till I diiii-iiie 


[Willean] 

Niggas can't hold me back, I hold the gat 

Thought of many ways, then told you that 

Talking about, golden plack 

Diamonds in your face, done showed you that 

I roll the Lac, I stroll the Benz 

Get the weed, I'll po' the end 

I'ma ball till I fall, fuck waiting till I score again 

We big shots with big glocks, on top I play it cool 

On my block, while I lay my rules 

On your block, while I spray with tools 

Slay them fools, with my steel 

Let them know, this shit's for real 

Botany Boyz, Guerilla Maab 

A killa squad, making mills 


[H.A.W.K.] 

Fuck what you feel, time to pop a seal 

Only when we grad, it's a major deal 

On the Texas wheel, trying to make a mill 

Serious, bout that dolla bill 

House on the hill, yacht on the lake 

Can't get close to my estate 

Like Ice Cube, push rhymes like weight 

Haters, we anialate 

Don't violate, or try to hate 

Licks been heard, in the Texas state 

I just can't wait, to set thangs straight 

Texas is the rap state 

Let's conjugate, hop in the Benz 

Guerilla Maab and Dead End 

On that chase for benjamins 

In this shit, we play to win 


[Hook] 


[Z-Ro] 

Pulling out my yard, as I drop the top 

Ready for the jackers, I'm gon cock the glock 

Pulling up at the club, everybody show love 

Might slow my pace, but never stop for bops 

Cause when a nigga didn't have weed to smoke 

Seemed like them hoes, had a need to choke 

So I bled the block, and I bled the block 

Exactly what I need, for the seeds to grow 

Now I'm living myself, Z-Ro today 

Even though I had road blocks in my way 

I made it over the hill, I guess that was the will 

Of that man, for me to get outta the game 

I sold weed and crack, on down to heroine 

Sporting clothes, on motherfuckers payroll 

Many golds and the movies, Guccis 

Fassaci's, Guess and diamonds Karen 

I smoke and I lean, but still I maintain 

Ain't a damn thang changed, I'm still the same 

Breaking motherfuckers off, with a sock by mouth 

Represent the South, about fancy thangs 

My pen is throwed, and my pen is raw 

24/7, I'm gon break the law 

At the end of a show, I'ma take a bow 

My knees wanna be me, speed rolling be how 

I flip my tongue fast like that 

Rubbing up on tracks, and wrecking 8 Dats 

And the Real-To-Real's, and it takes Sedan Deville 

With a separate bitch, on the grill 

I bleed the block, now with the rocks 

I bleed with the candy paint 

Sipping promethazyne, codeine 

With a Jolly Rancher, with a Dandy on drank 

And I got my mind focused on benjamins 

Dividends in the back, of a big Benz 

22 years old, with fat back roll 

From a tight ass verse, and I'm in the wind 


Check it out, Southside Story baby 

Z-Ro, Dougie D, Trae, Willean, Big H.A.W.K. 


[Hook x2]