Southside of Prov
Prov is on fire, n***a
Jduce man
Gorillo on the beat
(That slick mix n***a)
South side of Prov
Pushers n peddlers, man
If you ain't at the table you on the table
(That secret sauce, n***a)
In the south side of Prov
You can get wacked
I don't even need a couple stacks
The beef could be petty or wack
But as long as I got me a strap
And some n***as who I think got my back
In the southside of Prov
You can get some p**y
If you got a little cake
Any b**h in the state
It don't matter if you real or you fake
If you move a little weight
And you eating and she could can get a plate
In the southside of Prov
All these n***as want stripes
All these n***as tote pipes
All these hoes tryna dike
And none of these n***as wanna fight
So they all getting life
In the south side of Prov
All these young n***as dead
All these n***as going fed
And a lot of hoes f**ing for the bread
And you can be in jail
Just because of what your homeboy said
In the south side of Prov
[Verse 1: Jduce]
All my n***as gon snap
All my n***as tote straps
All my n***as gon trap
And they don't know that cause we the smallest state on the map
In the south side of Prov
You can grow up with a n***a
Daycare, sippy cup with a n***a
And you get into a fight with a n***a
Now you wanna take the life of the n***a with the knife or the trigga
In the south side of Prov
All these n***as so real
All these n***as gon drill
Soon as a n***a get k**ed
The one that you thought who was real
Is the one who took the deal
In the south side of Prov
Everyday I pray for my son
Cause daddy gotta stay with a gun
And daddy ain't out here for fun
Daddy's tryna move a f**ing ton
And I'm tryna get it done
In the south side of Prov
You can get racks
Either check schemes or the trap
Don't really matter where you at
Long as you grind and you stack
But I put it in the pot and whip it back
On the south side of Prov
So many n***as so fake
So many n***as gon hate
And they don't really wanna see you make it
So you really gotta hoodie up and take it
On the south side of Prov
Big gun, no fun, up all night
In the kitchen and I'm water whippin hard white
And I whip it til it's leche
I'm just tryna see the next day
It's crazy how ya used to go to school together now ya split up when ya see each other ya be bout whatever
His momma on the phone wit ya momma and she hurt
Cause your friend done put her son on a f**ing tshirt
The city small so it ain't hard to find n***as so when I hear bout shootings I hope it ain't my n***as
On the south side of Prov
All these n***as selling dope
And we having big droughts on the Coke
n***as don't know good smoke
All these n***as playing rich
Really be muhf**in broke
On the south side of Prov
Hoes don't wanna go far
Hoes can't buy you a 'gar
Hoes don't even gotta car but she'll
s** dick and roll with a star
Pull piff out the jar
On the south side of a Prov
And you can get wacked
I don't even need a couple stacks
The beef could be petty or wack
But as long as I got me a strap
And some n***as who I think got my back
On the southside of Prov
You can get some p**y
If you got a little cake
Any b**h in the state
It don't matter if you real or you fake
If you move a little weight
And you eating and she could can get a plate
On the southside of Prov
All these n***as want stripes
All these n***as tote pipes
All these hoes tryna dike
And none of these n***as wanna fight
So they all getting life
On the south side of Prov
All these young n***as dead
All these n***as going fed
And a lot of hoes f**ing for the bread
And you can be in jail
Just because of what your homeboy said
On the south side of Prov
[Talking]
What this sh** is too real
Aye, on the south side of Prov
A lot of you n***as wake up man
You n***as live this sh** man
This sh** gonna give you the chills
Free everybody man
My n***as going thru it man
I know you n***as know
Facebook is the police
And the news media
So I know you n***as know everything
I ain't even gotta say too much man
Free the squad man
A lot of n***as turnt on us man
Either you at at the table you on the table man
Like I always say, you know what I'm saying
k** or be k**ed man
Jduce man, pushers and peddlers man
f** with me n***a
Gorillo on the beat man
Shout out to the whole gang
Free the gang, man
f** your life
In the south side of Prov
You can get wacked
I don't even need a couple stacks
The beef could be petty or wack
But as long as I got me a strap
And some n***as who I think got my back
In the southside of Prov
You can get some p**y
If you got a little cake
Any b**h in the state
It don't matter if you real or you fake
If you move a little weight
And you eating and she could can get a plate
In the southside of Prov
All these n***as want stripes
All these n***as tote pipes
All these hoes tryna dike
And none of these n***as wanna fight
So they all getting life
In the south side of Prov
All these young n***as dead
All these n***as going fed
And a lot of hoes f**ing for the bread
And you can be in jail
Just because of what your homeboy said
In the south side of Prov