Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Side, artist - Cj Fly.
Date of issue: 11.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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I’m nuts, so if I catch you slipping, might put two in your shell |
I must have been going deep, cause I’m doing it well |
Made yourself hot, too many sales, now you in a cell |
Knew you would fail, you like a snail, thinking that you would prevail, |
you stupid |
How dare you try to throw, dirt at my name |
Oh, you a baller? |
With these techs will get you right out the game |
I’m from a well known hell-hole, the same as Big Pop |
You snitch, the cops, and lip lock with a chick that gave the clique top |
Don’t suggest a toe ring, but homie you could kick rocks |
You a bitch wearing heals, gonna visit witch doc |
Fuck drinking caffeine, I’m a cash fiend done had bad dreams |
Blowing on mad steam and thinking of mad schemes |
With a mask and a beam, plotting to blast on the D’s |
With a bastard’s genes, I sag my jeans |
Who you know who get the job done as fast as me? |
Was a disaster in my past, so homie ask bout me |
I’m the nigga you don’t want it with, half the shit that I seen, dawg, |
you probably couldn’t stomach it |
Act like you know who’s running shit, if you want some funny shit, |
then I’mma have to punish ya |
I think there’s another side of me, there’s someone trapped inside of me |
I know there’s some would die to see, I fucking hate when people lie to me |
Try to collide these beats and rhymes to give me peace of mind |
Don’t mind to give my piece of mine, act foul I got a piece of mind |
And in my mind I grease the nine and load the clip, holy shit |
Lose your hands if you reach for mine, read your mind, I got drive |
But I ain’t stopping if I see the sign, less talk more action, you would think |
that she’s a mime |
Steal somebody’s Rolly if I think I’m gonna need some time |
A sad story that’s mad gory, you can’t hold me, catastrophic’s my category |
In the future which I foresee, some shit like Jason Vorhees |
It was like a wild fire when the prodie, Steez |
Would somke trees, as I precede on the proceeds |
They go to me, flowing like waves on the seashore |
I’m sure you see I hate when niggas come in my cap |
Ain’t allergic to pets, I just don’t fuck with you cats |
The shit I, pull out the head has got me fucking up tracks |
If you trynna take shots at me, I be ducking 'em fast |
Never running when its my turn, I’ll be bustin right back |
If not to strap, then the weapon’s my raps, I heard you let her |
Get in your head instead of getting some head |
Remind me of this chick I had when I was getting ahead |
Said you got your dick wet, likely cause you be pissing your bed |
Talk shit the hallow gone make you sleepy, and you’ll be missing your head |
On the real I seen it all from clips to murder plots |
You ain’t from round here then you might not wanna swerve on the block |
G’s got it on lock, you might end up hearing some shots |
Or get flipped like it’s beef in burger spots, Just a warning |
Til them bee’s start swarming, eat your food like like they been starving |
Ain’t nothing good about mourning |
It’s even worse when you gotta put your face where the floor is |
Go from another tourist, to a victim of the remorseless |
Poor them, get a grip I got |
Mine, so slipping you won’t catch me |
You’re taking shots, well I’m throwing alleys to where cats sleep |
The black sheep, in the black jeep |
Pros in the back seat |
Make you puts your hands up like you hailing a taxi |
I’m that G if you ask me |
I need a, Gangster Bitch, just like a Apache |
With fat cheeks is down to pass trees |
Last time I had a bad freak was like last week |
Uh, you know how we do |
Straight from the eyes of the CJ Fly view |
How we all, BK Brooklyn always borns a star |
Yeah, Buckshot, BDI, Duck Down, CJ Fly |
You nawmean, check it out |
You know how when you was first tought how to read |
You was taught, CJ Run, CJ Fly, (laughter) |
Yeah, Buckshot everyday allday |
Untouchable, Nothing but Pros here |
(laughter) DUCKDOWN! |