CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Both Sides
(Rio)
Burr gang, leave a n***a cold
(What's happening, Chi Chi?)
It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side
Y'all got guns and we got guns, but we don't post ours
Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5''
Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n***as your size
These n***as gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides
These n***as gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides
They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
I made it from the streets, it ain't no mercy on these streets (Nah)
It's hot as mercury, these boys'll murk you on these streets
These b*t*hes double dutch, so quick to jump a n***a sheets
Got n***as slick competin' with n***as I ain't even competin' (Facts)
If you talk behind my back, no need to dap me when you see me (No)
'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement
A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season
While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason
I showed some n***as cannons, they mistook that I was weak (Weak)
I told them I was stackin', they just thought that I was cheap (Cheap)
If I took it, I was mad, I still ain't finna give it back
No, "Oops, sorry, my bad," consider that sh*t as a tax (Sorry)
So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match (Damn)
This MAC came with a shoulder strap, the only thing retract (Yup)
4PF and 1-0-1-7, four tires, we flat
And we ain't with that pitty-pat sh*t, we rat-ta-ta-tat (Tat)
Burr gang, leave a n***a cold
(What's happening, Chi Chi?)
It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side
Y'all got guns and we got guns, but we don't post ours
Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5''
Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n***as your size
These n***as gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides
These n***as gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides
They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
I made it from the streets, it ain't no mercy on these streets (Nah)
It's hot as mercury, these boys'll murk you on these streets
These b*t*hes double dutch, so quick to jump a n***a sheets
Got n***as slick competin' with n***as I ain't even competin' (Facts)
If you talk behind my back, no need to dap me when you see me (No)
'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement
A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season
While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason
I showed some n***as cannons, they mistook that I was weak (Weak)
I told them I was stackin', they just thought that I was cheap (Cheap)
If I took it, I was mad, I still ain't finna give it back
No, "Oops, sorry, my bad," consider that sh*t as a tax (Sorry)
So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match (Damn)
This MAC came with a shoulder strap, the only thing retract (Yup)
4PF and 1-0-1-7, four tires, we flat
And we ain't with that pitty-pat sh*t, we rat-ta-ta-tat (Tat)
