Gino Marley - South Side sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Chief Keef] Man I'm feeling [?]. Put the gun up em, Tadoe! Smoking on loud, eyes red like tomato On the low I gotta problem, call up my cousin Tadoe I'm on a f**in' pay roll, tryna get them pesos I tell 'em talk is cheap, but these hoes they be flexin' I teach them hoes a lesson, Lamron's what I'm reppin' The kush is in the air, my n***a Woo he steady blazin' The life is so amazing, hell, my n***as raising Wicc Brick City, shout out to my 064 n***as Kick it through ya door n***a, you ain't sh** but a ho n***a f** with my 064 n***as, family on the flo' n***a That choppa burn you up, have you lookin' like so, n***a I wouldn't take your life if it wasn't such crime-a Excuse me judge, I can't even see a touch of drama Let me f** mama, or s** mama You think you bad, but you look more like a duck, mama See I'm tryna get my cash right She taking mad hype, living in the fast life I got my cash right, so now I'm in the mood And that pump had 'em jumpin' like tennis shoes My flow hot, I think I need a cooler She wanna measure my dick, she said she need a ruler I've seen her fool up, f** up first night She call the plumber up, but I get the worst pipe Do the math, no addition to it You talkin' faces of paper, yeah I can get to it This the attitude and I'ma get it miced up I'm on my con, have your show full of [?] Throw your sets up, n***a rep your hood Wic City and you better respect the hood And if I make a note, I'll never forget the hood And if you lookin' for me, yeah I'll be in the hood [Verse 2: Gino Marley] It's Front Street, we mow n***as like [?] Old school n***a, got the heat up with the potato Move when I say so, Coca Cola mayo Whippin' through the hood and I'm all about my peso Get up off my pay roll, get paid like the sports pro Shootin' come easy to me, it's like a free throw Trappin' come easy to me, so I get real though Aim for your middle, just like a field goal The red traffic light crossing gods I got fifteen jabs at these other guys When you selling weight, you better watch the problems I'm on a track with Chief Keef, you n***as got a problem? b**h still on my waist, that's the problem solved And if you going there, then we going farther And if you going hard, then we going harder Cannon blow a hole in yo chest, rocket launcher We prepared for problems, we prepared for mobsters With everything from a snub nose to a rocket launcher So prepare your mobsters, hope they prepared for problems I'm reppin' Dipset and no, we is not in Harlem