Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By My Side, artist - Havoc. Album song The Kush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
By My Side |
I move on my instincts and practice by what I preach |
A bullet’ll make you think, I’m fuller then Hennessey |
When I pull it, I pop it off, popping all at your car |
Smashing off in the dark, through traffic I’m what you call |
A gangsta that break them laws, a gangsta that keep it all |
Hood out in public, sagging, showing my drawers |
When my pistol by my pelvis, this ain’t just another song |
It’s a mothafucking anthem |
I got my hand up on my balls, smoking on a cancer |
Fucking up my lungs, hitting niggas up like where the fuck you from |
Acting like you strapped, nigga, where the fucking gun |
Niggas quick to make a scene, the scene when the cops come |
So you hit 'em with that beam to the spleen and blood you lost |
Leave 'em sleeping on the street, choking on his own blood |
Just coating this no love, this fucking thing know what’s up |
Respect is when you see us, so them choppers’ll wet you up |
Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo |
Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes |
I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch |
Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit |
Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo |
Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes |
I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch |
Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit |
I get it, how I can get it, but never selling my soul |
Can get it, how I wanna get it, I come the pistol |
Keep her with me, she needy, don’t wanna be left alone |
What’s the sense to leave her home, fuck around, I’m a danger |
She concealed til a nigga show his ass, I reveal her |
Have you looking down the barrel, like you looking in the mirror |
Have you lying face down, but you hear me little clearer |
Got a little bad news, and guess who the bearer? |
It’s her, that bitch, that chrome four fifth |
Your wrist looking blue, I’m on that brisk |
You next in line, you on that list |
Put that pistol in your mouth, give her a big fat kiss |
When I’m anxious, and dangerous, to be around here |
This here, Eddie Grier, mothafucka, I’m near |
With that shiny bitch, that grimy bitch |
And best believe, yo, she ain’t no model bitch |
Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo |
Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes |
I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch |
Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit |
Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo |
Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes |
I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch |
Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit |