Stat Quo - By My Side

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When you do somethin to somebody umm
It ain’t just you it’s somebody next to you
Youknow’mtalkinbout and I got my shit right here with me
(There isn’t everywhere you go that it’s)
(Okay) So being that that’s the case
Let me tell you about
That place, heh, take you by my side
The way I growed up, sho’nuff, chips on my shoulder
Knew about that cola when I was in a stroller
But came ahold of choppin them boulders gettin older
Wantin a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin «as Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya When movin the wrong direction ain’t no flesh and then it’s over
You on that doja, G.I. Joe shit but you ain’t a soldier
Chopper or fold ya, you not cobra commander, you bozo
I’m the composer, writer of murder, the odor
leakin out of your body, temperature is gettin colder
But you sweatin and dizzy like a person who ain’t sober
Realizin your life is comin quickly to a closure
Losin composure, out of breath like you underwater
Twenty seconds in the game, and it’s the fourth quarter
Primetime, «Dateline"are the best exposure
Now you’re still, on the news and everybody knows ya Yeahhhh, YEA!
By, my, side
To all the niggaz tryin to get me it’s? by my side
I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s? by my side
I’m makin sure they won’t forget me it’s? by my side
To all the niggaz tryin to get me it’s? by my side
I’m takin some of y’all with me it’s? by my side
I’m makin sure they don’t forget me it’s? by my side
Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeahhhh; by my side (ooh)
Go now boy, get your vest, protect yo’neck, kill for fun
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun (gun)
Call me ignorant and young, psycho sicko negro
They know that I just fuck and be gone (gone)
Drivin crazy halfway dumb
Don’t stop even when the law come, believe every word out my lungs
I’m losin it, snappin huh, this ain’t just no rappin uh Back all the way back when you see that strap cause it go dada-da-da
Are you ready to die tell me why you choose to tell me in my
face, have your body dry, pack that fire, look in my eye
Have your spirit below me or floatin in the fuckin sky
All black is my attire, lookin like a umpire
Toss you in the trash like a bullshit, out fly
Yeah yeah ye-yeah ye-yeahhhh, YEA!
The murder capital mo’mayhem, yes it’s thriller
Put four in your head, have you floatin off in a river
It’s cold, you shook, we crooks, your body’ll quiver
These rappers so tough but really they softer than pillows
Or chinchilla or Twinkie filler, hone of a realer
They turn to serial assassins for some scrilla
Now me could see I mean him, yes this nigga
Stays true to what I do cause I keeps it realer
Be for real, have you ever ever pulled a trigger?
It’s serious business shorty, nothin is more iller
No discrimination, you could be chocolate or vanilla
And find yourself in the presence of a fuckin killer
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeahhhh, YEA!
By my side, by my side
It’s «The Re-Up»