Cyr - Southside in the Place lyrics

[Cyr] Yeah Look It's for the whole Southside (Southside in the place) Texas in this (Catch me swangin' in the street) Yeah Yeah Texas Atlanta (Southside in the place) Mississippi (Catch me swangin' in the street) Alabama Yeah Cyr the Don's in this sh** North Carolina to South Carolina Look, Florida Memphis Houston (Verse 1) Southside in the place, catch me swangin' in the street With a bad b**h, smoking on some dro, leaves and the sweet Get them backwoods, I ain't got no time to see police Grab the mack cause, I can definitely see no peace If I act up, please forgive me, God made me a G And I'm a back 'em up Hit ya with two or three and flee the scene Got more cash to get Checks to cash, and know ain't nothin' free Got more guns to get Clips to blast, comin' from the T Texas's all I need to save, with Corpus runnin' through my vein I hit ya if you act a fool, you know, just know ain't nothin' changed If you focused on the j**els, you already know the game If you broke, you gotta fix it, grab a tool and get to swang Southside in this thang You already know the name Outside, sippin' purple rain, sittin' on them thangs But my pimpin' and my Benjamins, they know, they ain't gone change I'm a hustler muh'f**er, come on Now ride with me Chorus: Cyr Southside in the place, catch me swangin' in the street So clean, made it to the left, be easy, I'm a G Outshinin' on these city streets, believe it, I'm a be Out grindin' til I see a mil, come on, ride with me Let's go To a better place, weed is in the breeze So clean, made it to the left, be easy, I'm a G Outshinin' on these city streets, believe it, I'm a be Out grindin' til I see a mil, come on, ride with me (Verse 2) Let me tell you about a place Call it the land of the Trill Texas born, Texas raised, ridin' the cannon, it's chillin' Right next to me (???) leather, I brandish sh**, if you illin' Better move or add a keptlock body suit under Lenin Only give 'em what I'm gettin', true n***a Don is real in this Muh'f**ers been waitin' for years, sayin' they feelin' me Barkin' the buildin', people catch feelings, I know they grillin' me Just catch me on the Southside, top, bill in the industry Drop, spin it, done top-notch feelin' me til they feelin' me The proof is in the booth Honest, I'm constantly k**in' beats The boss hogg Dukes Of Hazard and sh** pushing razors up My weight is on, tonight, gotta get a scale and break it up Take it to another level, flip and pull a major stunt Take ya for a trip Do the South, and I'm a blaze you up Nothin' but the finest weed, come to Texas, grind with me Come and see the shine, get on, I got it, come on, ride with me Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Hit the block clean, leaning, lookin' like a zillion bucks Plus I'm sippin' good, dippin', cookin', but who give a f**? Trust some livin' hood, trailing on a mission to the top Hustle harder cause I gotta get a lot of trunks to lock Plus I'm hotter than a lot of these motherf**ers that talk Hit the charts with a platinum bullet, pull it I'm a chop Southside run the spot Me and Dolla got it locked Rock bottom to the top And you know it don't stop Recognize it, don't deny it, hate the product, I'm a rider Realize, Cyr's spittin' fire til the day I'm down If and I ever retire, know that I should be behind k**in' rappers for the right Just Hand over the mic Psych, I'm tired of flaming ba*tards, and you blame it on the hype I'm a bring it back to Texas, I'm the freshest, yeah, aight (???) now, just remember that I'm from the Southside (???) now, just remember I'm from the Southside Repeat Chorus [Cyr] Ride with me...