SOUTH E..
by Steel Trap· from COLD.BROKE.DEAD.
BACK IN THE DAY NO MORE THAN TWO YEARS / THERE ONCE WAS A PLACE / NO FUCKING JOBS OR GOALS TO BE SET JUST ME AND THE BOYS / SOUTH E..
COLD CRUNK JUICE WAS IN OUR HANDS / THAT WEED HAD TO BE SOLD / MAKE THAT LIVIN' NOW / TO GET THAT CHOW THAT'S JUST HOW IT GOES
GOT AWAY WITH MORE SHIT THAN I THOUGHT / SMOKE DRINK BOMB I COULDN'T GET CAUGHT / WHAT I WANTED WAS WITHIN SIGHT / WASTED AND FUCKED / I AWAIT NIGHT
THESE BUSTED STREETS GOT MORE TRASH THAN CRASH / ONE TIME IS OUT, BUT WE CREEP TOO FAST / DESTROY THE SITY / SIT BACK AND LAUGH / SIT AND LAUGH
HARD CASH MONEY