Southside (feat. Kanye West) [Edited]

And everybody say, say

I know you, I know you

I know you're thinkin', thinkin' that it must be

Armor All flow 'cause it never get rusty

I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me

Bust somebody's head, GLC, where was we?

Still rock the Prada, 'fore that, rock the Starter

**** had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder

Thinkin' back to the projects and the way they tore 'em all up

Like when I do a project, and come back, and tear the mall up

We comin' from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside of the Chi

The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars

I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars

Burn CD's with no regard for the stars

Come to the crib with conflict diamonds and they ours

Back in '94, they call me Chi-Town's Nas

Now them **** know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods

We eatin' Joe, you still talkin' no carbs

A conscious **** with mac like Steve Jobs

We comin' from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside of the Chi

Your fly is open, McFly

The crowd is open, I think I know why

I'm back from the future, seen it with my own eyes

And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi

Back in college, I had to get my back up off the futon

I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons

Look at that neutron, on his green like croutons

People askin' him, "Do you have any Grey Poupon?"

We comin' from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside of the Chi

You in the building, but the building's fallin'

You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was Spalding

My mind get flooded, I think about New Orleans

'Bout to school y'all ****, you should call him August

I'm the sun that goes down, but I'm still revolving

Southside, walk it out, while still you're crawlin'

If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin

With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're callin'

We comin' from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside of the Chi

You **** masked up like Phantom of the Opera

Dreamin' of the day they push a Phantom to the operas

Can't wait till they say, "Ye ran up at the Oscars"

Papa, I heard his life is like a movie

Like when Em played him and Mekhi played a Rasta

Mexicans gonna love it like it was for La Raza

But this is for the mobsters, holla

We some true Chi-town legends, accept no imposters

We comin' from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside of the Chi

The un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel

Lean wit it, rock wit it, black like the disciples

Know when to use a bible and when to use a rifle

You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle

Caught a case of robbery and beat it like Michael

Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku

I write to do the right things like Spike do

Thought conflicts, that's crucial, and drama, that's psycho

We comin' from the Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside, Southside

Southside of the Chi

We comin' from the (Hey)

You might have to spice it up

You might have to spice it up

Spice it up

Spice it up

Take your life and

Yo

We comin' from the

We comin' from the