Ibe - Southsiders (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Slug] Who shot ya? New Poppa Half Man, Half Chewbacca Got the tools to achieve a complete nirvana Mosquito larvae hold your feet to the lava Sweet Momma, I need some water Spin around like propellers from a helicopter Got a monster , living underneath your posture I'm not your doctor, get off my collar [Verse 2: Haphduzn] You dudes should get used to defeat or regret Apply pressure to lessers with my feet on they neck ‘Till it breaks like a b-boy then beat on my chest Hands free with this rapping, I don't need y'lls press Leave them tricks up your sleeves, please we aren't impressed I don't stress what they be on, I'm beyond their best Never met a beat that I can't free on yet Evolved, now everything that I breathe on's fresh [Verse 3: Nazeem] Future stockholders, you cannot hold this Cops around the corner better practice jumping fences It was hide and seek, then hide your piece for big brother's henchmen Catch you pigs slipping , turn an officer to chitlins I was born and raised hell, 26 and Blaisdell E-Street gentrified, G-s and vegan bake sales These hipsters walk the same street that thugs do But that's just Minneapolis anyone can catch a slug too [Verse 4: Mike The Martyr] What you symbolic for? We spit the hottest sauce You olive oil to water or Kinda raw? I'm column strong The martyr raw on any kinda song a connoisseur the cottage saw Drink it to the bottom from here to Baltimore we brought the raw Rhyme phenomenal, turn a party to a sauna soon as i resume Tryna have the stash bottle by my room Know how to move collateral This my catapult My Michael Campbell flow Hanging out like a camel-toe [Verse 5: Mally] So stupid, throw me on a small bus All out in the open like dog nuts Advice is priceless - keep steppin' But if you won't bite my tip then ingest it Still flexin', uh, fluorescent Blow these small candles out they got a d**h wish And you won't even make it to the cake Every dog has his day, you can take it to the bank [Verse 6: Prof] Woo-Ha, Woo-Ha Got you all in check I'm sh**ting on them rappers that you thought the best Young Stud is a thug on the microphone I'm like one of the illest , I am a cyclone b**h know damn well who this is Elephant Dick Prof'll go to hell for this sh** I got a lot on my plate like a fat kid Weed fill the pocket of my jacket [Verse 7: I.B.E.] Uh, this, that, in the third Kick back, hit the herb We just stay misunderstood, they can get the bird Drunken masters shot after shot But he didn't squirm, Or walk Still sizzling hot, when a beef occurred Gift and a curse, pros and cons in a situation Roaming in the control system I'm manipulation Well equipped with the Merch Your Quench list is thirst Paying dues on a daily Yeah i'm on my Murs [Verse 8: Musab] Flow Nautical No gold on my collarbone I lay low in a cottage home Yeah, sippin' scottish from a goblet I'm living pretty modest but I'm polished My history is spotted Leave my enemies demolished Like it's ten of me, I'm obvious It's crucial I'm like a painting of a fruit bowl Only but a few know [Verse 9: Slug] Live wire, shine brighter d**h be the only way i get to retire It's a, all-nighter, this ain't my lighter But it is my life inside of the fibers Got a feeling that the field's on fire The Shepard spoke said “aim for the snipers” And y'all stare like i came with a tiger Blood is the color of my love for a biter