Big Pokey - By Your Side lyrics

(*Jadakiss*) (I'll be by your side) General We got these n***as, f**ing co*k-a-roaches Wanna go to war, a-haaaa [Big Pokey] (I'll be by your side), like the gun I pack When I sleep one eye closed, one eye cracked Pitbull in the crib, keep one eye back When Hector come around, I don't run out black I'm right (by your side), when you need me n***a I walk by faith, let the Lord lead me n***a You can even be a hard, or a easy n***a Rap need me, like George need Weezy n***a I'm (by your side), whether right or wrong n***as choke under pressure, like you lighting a bone If a n***a try to test, yeah I'ma get this n***a touched While I'm at the crib layed back, writing a song I'm (by your side), like a guard and a tackle Caught a flight to N.Y., went hard in the Apple Don't be mad cause your broad, in the car with a rapper Think I'm slow you don't know, I'm the n***a to be right [Hook] I love you too much, to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side, by your side I love you too much, to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [H.A.W.K.] Like Siamese twins, from boys to men Like nine, sitting next to ten Like Mexicans, waiting for that work to come in The best of friends, everybody think we kin Cause I'm (by your side), like a nextdo' neighbor If I know nothing else, I know Christ my savior Sharp as a razor, even through bad behavior He was still by my side, like a two-way pager He's still (by your side), like a pa**enger seat Or some peanut bu*ter cuts, in a fo' do' Fleet Like ba** to a beat, I'll make ya complete Like a couple cuddled up, in between the sheets I'll be (by your side), even toughest of times What's yours is mine, every quarter nickel and dime I spit these rhymes, so that we both can shine Although sometimes, you may cross the line I'm still (by your side), like Luke to Vaketsky Hockey to Wayne Gretzky, or a fly and his pesky And times to test me, the situation can get messy I can k** you sometimes, but God won't let me Cause I'm (by your side), like May to June Or an unborn child, in a mother's womb Or a minister, marrying a bride and groom Or the stars in the sky, next to the moon I'm still [Hook] [Lil' Keke] (by your side) like 4-5 holsters From the jail mug shots, to the c.d. posters I'm a bad boy, nothing like that Martin and Will From the streets of steel, where they train boys to k** So I'm (by your side), like the Secret Service We some three time felons, white folks are nervous Credit plus capitas, that a** monopoly I know your every move, like the Paparazzi Cause I'm (by your side), like a million man march Pa** the microphone, like the Olympian torch It's back to S.U.C., we still holding it down In the paint posted up, for the next rebound Cause I'm (by your side), like Jordan and Scottie Like H.A.W.K. and Fat Pat, or like Poke' and Lotti When your mind get weak, and your body is tired You can open up your blind, cause I'm sitting outside right [Hook]