L.S.D.

[Intro] Yeah. Awww man. Look what the wind done blew in dawg. Carl Thomas. Rhymefest. And we gon' tell you a little bit about where we come from. Look [Verse One] Now y'all don't know what it took To make these bullies get shook To put your face in the stars And write your name in the book When your wife is a nag and your boss is a crook And everyday you go to work and want to jump from the roof But you light up a square and blow your pains in the air Ask me how I know so well homie, I used to be there I used to work on my cough to call in work to get off Like, "Hello, hello, hello boss? I need to call off." I gotta tell you what I know And show you where I'm from With limit income We had to get out from Chicago is out son And we ain't gon' be outdone You need mo' platinum plaques than Rhymefest gon' pump out some [Hook: Carl Thomas] Cause I'm from the southside And she's from the westside He's from the northside And it's alright Under the street lights Of Lake Shore Drive Baby let's ride [Verse Two] What's you know about Harold's Chicken? And Kenny Ribs? And Moo & Oink on 74th where I used to live? There was all kinds of gangs to choose from GD's, 4 Corner Hustlers and Stones, I was the king of the Neutrons I admit, I was on me Cause dawg, I'm my own me And I didn't need no father bitch, I knew who I was gon' be These rappers runnin' 'round like they half way, you half fake You false flaggin' as faggot, you better turn your hat straight You ain't from the low end He not from the hundreds You probably from Schaumburg and talkin' that dumb shit I ?? Jeffery ?? and Jeffery Manor when I moved in my grandma And them JMG gangstas they was bananas They would shoot you like you slice and dice And even Mexicans were trife 103 Latin King verses Gangster Disciples This goin' out to everybody from the homicidal side of town We ain't goin' down, doctor check his vitals [Hook]