Lupe Fiasco - Tilted Pt. 3 lyrics

I did this, in the memory of a couple of my homies Couple of your homies. Um, Not acknowledging or glorifying any type of violence or anything type of thing like that Peace Hook x7 Yeah, uh uh, uh uh Southside, Westside, Northside, Eastside Westside. Haha Yeah This one goes out, to the mothers who lost sons, that was just trying to gain family R.I.P.: Ram, Kato, Frank Niddy Yeah I tips my to the left It's Just the Westside of 'em Don't ride nothing But, know plenty people peoples that ride somethin' Decided. Cousin I should describe the lives of 'em Some wives drive Chevy's With Gold Daytons and the tires of 'em First, let me tell you where son grown Grew up 'round GD's, VL's, Black Souls, and Unknowns Hat ya' hang, bangin' sacks, slangin' with guns on Forced to drop the Forks, or you gotta run home Or you gotta run anyway after you drop the Folks Because they was really Folks, looking for somebody to jump on Wars, Lords, shoot up all the corners they hung on Hear the Squeeze, and aim for my region brother to come home Violations, Laws, Lessons, Sessions, & Mandates Picnic Collections, lip side throwing they handshakes That's where I stayed, drive-bys where I played GDN in they fades, with a 150 Sittin' Sideways Hook x7 Uh, I seen 'em Brawl for it, Write on the wall for, Get Kicked out the Mall for it, Run from the Law for it Seen things they should've never saw for it Long as it's, All Well, All Mighty, All Righty, they all for it Blackhawk fitted, get hit in the jaw for it Blue and Black Jordans sportin' might get 'cha applaused for it Peace Treaty for like a Week if Chief & them Called for it 150 deep in ya' street, & saying y'all broke it But what started that was a shawty walking down the ave in a starter cap Pops sayin' he ain't want me no part of that Those happenings with those hats and things Move me out south, now, all my homies is Latin Kings Teaching me Spanish, Lowrider Magazines, Black & Gold Bandannas, taggin' crowns up on the scene That was the age, how kinda Lupe was made, homies from Pax Town to Terror, New Era Sittin' Sideways Hook x8 Uh, See from Youth, I wasn't a stranger Pops schooled 'em to the El Rukn's, plus the P. Stone Rangers And, as I grew up, knew most of what happened threw up Disciples loved the Geto Boys because they was talkin' to Hoover Time Versus Life is all a Process Drive-Bys, Gang Fights, and Lock Downs had us scared of the Projects Couple Arab Knights, and Solid Foes I knew, thought that them Moes was cool They said salam aleikum to.. To my Out of Town Friends, to take off they hat, that they couldn't wear that in the places I was taking them to My Homies was Breakin' it, so I was Breakin' it, too If they started chasin' them, then they was chasin' me, too Probably all got cousins, brothers, sisters, & loved ones that probably died for nothin' On shakin' up or somethin' To the mothers that payed, to my homies in the grave, keep a glittered 150 in ya' memory, homie Sittin' Sideways Hook x4