Artist: T-Rock & Yung Hazardus Album: Da Clean Up Project 2 Song: Tales From the Southside Typed by: Mistaglock@live.com this tales from the southside welcome to college park mayne mayne life is everything you kno what I'm sayin I have a few special requests for this one niggas should cherish that shit while he got it I do it for yall worh as hard as he can give his family all he can this is the clean up project give his kids all he can give his fans all he can what up to all the pioneers of the south mayne everytime I hit the mic ima give you all I can these are the tales of the southside [Verse 1 - T-Rock] one love to my niggas in the jail and traps sellin crack these streets nigga I done been to hell and back I done seen alot of niggas losin life over materialism murderin and kill for a trell of stacks and it coulda been me sometime I hate tryna even look in the mirra feelin it shoulda been me got me livin in the gutter with crooks and thieves so I dont trust friendly faces looks deceive watch yo foes keep em close learn like the back of ur hand and take notes I done had niggas in my house one day next day try to rob me on ?? ya I gotta protect mine to the best of my ability niggas aint feelin me until I come out with that artillary blast attack to em and let the coroner pick his ass up and take him to the mortuary facility I been livin in the area over eleven years I been doin it gettin riches on back roadz never thought id be slippin without a pistol for protections if they aint ready to murder you on flash hoes so I gotta be strapped with calicos for assholes who try to get a nigga fo the cash flo blast hoes in black 4 doors yo back do catchin bullets like a poe poe sparrow teflon is the war apparel choppas sittin low in a black camaro ima kill em like the plague of pharoah aint no bitch in my bone marrow you betta go get you a life and a job or somethin and you really need to stop the frontin I'm cockin sumthin poppin somethin let anyone thinkin they stoppin somethin robbin somethin speak up ho cuz I'm not fo mumblin yall niggas sweeter than a flock of pumpkins u dont wana see me go kamakaze how bout it you niggaz ride out set up shop in london I'm psyched up psyched out strapped up iced out dont cross me I turn lights out smoke weed sip hen drank ice house [Yung Hazardus] keep yo friends close keep the enemies closer keep ur eyes open and ur 45s smokin cuz niggas mobbin out nigga its jackin season so when they try to rob me I'm blastin with no reason keep yo friends close keep the enemies closer keep ur eyes open and ur 45s smokin cuz niggas mobbin out nigga its jackin season so when they try to rob me I'm blastin with no reason blah!