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Southside : “Southside War Cry” (Hook) Southside Richmond, where the pain run deep, Grew up in the struggle, learned the game in the streets, Hustle in my veins, I was raised by the G’s, Now I’m out here grindin’, tryna stack up these G’s. (Verse 1) Came up on Hull Street, heart full of flame, Seen too many fall, now I’m fillin shirts names, My city don't sleep, it just plots on the low, You either servin' packs or you stuck in the snow. either chasing bags or you chasin hoes , Middle of the trenches, where the loyalty thin, Smile in your face, but they envy within. (Hook) Southside Richmond, where the pain run deep, Grew up in the struggle, learned the game in the streets, Hustle in my veins, I was raised by the G’s, Now I’m out here grindin’, tryna stack up these G’s. (Verse 2) From Broadrock to Jefferson, pressure was real, Posted on the corner with the steel and the feel, My dawgs either dead or they facin’ them years, So we pourin’ out liquor and we fightin' these tears. Candy-painted old schools, ridin' on chrome, But the opps steady lurkin', try to catch you alone, It’s survival of the raw, ain’t no fair in the trap, You either ride or get rolled, ain’t no fallin’ back. (Bridge) OG said, “Lil bro, you gotta move smart, Everybody hard 'til they speak from the heart,” But my heart turned cold, I don’t trust no soul, Just my burner and my hustle, in this Southside zone. (Hook) Southside Richmond, where the pain run deep, Grew up in the struggle, learned the game in the streets, Hustle in my veins, I was raised by the G’s, Now I’m out here grindin’, tryna stack up these G’s.