Common - Southside - Edited Album Version lyrics

I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be Armor All flow cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me Bust somebody head, GLC where was we? Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter n***as had the Georgetown, the 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 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 CDs with no regard for the stars Come to the crib with conflict diamonds and they ours Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas Now them n***as know I'm one of Chi-town's gods We eating Joe, you still talking no carbs A conscious n***a with mac like Steve Jobs We coming from the South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi 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 crutons People asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?" We coming from the South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi You in the building but the buildings falling You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was Spalding My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans Bout to school y'all n***as, you should call him August I'm the sun that goes down but I'm still revolving Southside walk it out, while still you're crawlin' If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling We coming from the South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi With n***as 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 ran up at the Oscars." Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexicans gonna love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, Holla We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters We coming from the South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi 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 Through Conflicts that's Crucial and Drama that's Psycho We coming from the South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), South (side) South (side), Side of the Chi