By My Side - Havoc, 40 Glocc

I move on my instincts and practice by what I preach

A bullet’ll make you think, I’m fuller then Hennessey

When I pull it, I pop it off, popping all at your car

Smashing off in the dark, through traffic I’m what you call

A gangsta that break them laws, a gangsta that keep it all

Hood out in public, sagging, showing my drawers

When my pistol by my pelvis, this ain’t just another song

It’s a mothafucking anthem

I got my hand up on my balls, smoking on a cancer

Fucking up my lungs, hitting niggas up like where the fuck you from

Acting like you strapped, nigga, where the fucking gun

Niggas quick to make a scene, the scene when the cops come

So you hit 'em with that beam to the spleen and blood you lost

Leave 'em sleeping on the street, choking on his own blood

Just coating this no love, this fucking thing know what’s up

Respect is when you see us, so them choppers’ll wet you up

Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo

Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes

I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch

Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit

Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo

Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes

I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch

Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit

I get it, how I can get it, but never selling my soul

Can get it, how I wanna get it, I come the pistol

Keep her with me, she needy, don’t wanna be left alone

What’s the sense to leave her home, fuck around, I’m a danger

She concealed til a nigga show his ass, I reveal her

Have you looking down the barrel, like you looking in the mirror

Have you lying face down, but you hear me little clearer

Got a little bad news, and guess who the bearer?

It’s her, that bitch, that chrome four fifth

Your wrist looking blue, I’m on that brisk

You next in line, you on that list

Put that pistol in your mouth, give her a big fat kiss

When I’m anxious, and dangerous, to be around here

This here, Eddie Grier, mothafucka, I’m near

With that shiny bitch, that grimy bitch

And best believe, yo, she ain’t no model bitch

Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo

Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes

I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch

Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit

Dipping on low bros and traffic in slow-mo

Just me and my pistol, I keep a she under clothes

I love it just like my kids, treat her just like my bitch

Need her, she keep a clip, I’m anxious to see her spit