E.S.G. - By My Side lyrics

[Hook - 2x] By your side, I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side [E.S.G.] Like a 40 Cal., heater If a b**h really down, when you broke she won't leave ya It must be the money, not the s** that please her When n***as go to jail, some b**hes catch amnesia But I'm (by your side), when I really need ya Cops ain't have no warrant, illegal search and seizure But I'm (by your side), like Siamese twins n***a you think you damn friends, see they quick to do you in But I'm (by your side), like we was kin Know hoe you tell a fake n***a, by his fake a** grin But long as the money spend, and he can ride in your Benz You the realest n***a he know, until your do' get low again But I'm (by your side), like a soldier in combat Or when you leave me hanging, like the Lakers done Shaq I'm (by your side), like peas in a pod Most real n***as gone, so it's up to me to do the job But I'm (by your side), hanging out the Dodge Hemi Busting at them cowards, till my whole clip empty Grip the wood in the drop, won't be like Sug and Pac Won't be like Baby and Lil' Wayne, see I'ma keep it real mayn Cause I'm (by your side), like Jay and Dame Dash Even they split up, but was it all about the cash You'll be (by your side), like a snitch and a cop But if you bring him by my spot, your b**h a** might get shot But I'm (by your side), even if ya strung out on dope I'll still lift your head up, and try to give ya some hope Hell naw I ain't the pope, but I speak for my people Everybody in this rap game, ain't created equal But I'm (by your side), like a nerd and his computer Money break up clicks, ask Chingy and Luda But I'm (by your side), as soon as you try to get back By your side, gon be a brand new sh** bag I'm (by your side), like Bonnie and Clyde Butch Ca**' and the Sundance Kid, b**h we get it how we live Poking stuck to your rib, just some food for thought Most greedy a** gangstas, end up getting caught But see I'm (by your side), like a man to his word I'm a stand-up guy, still when I'm leaning on the syrup I'll be (by your side), like a rev and a deacon No matter your race black white, mexican or puerto rican I'll be (by your side), as long as you keep it real Some n***as carry guns, but ain't got heart to k** But they got the heart to squeel, and tell your bidness Went from a neighborhood punk, to a snitch turned a witness You'll be (by your side), you think I'm damn near dead See you think ya on top, but see I'm three years ahead No longer (by your side), let the truth be revealed Cedric Sosa Cedric Hill, shoulda been the n***a that got the deal g'eah [Hook - 2x]