Intro flow, before I start rockin
Let me introduce y'all to this Underground Concoction
I'm bout to take you on a ride through the mind
Of the bul Side Effect the illest of all time
Stage fright when you grab the mic you act scared
It's like a white barber tryna cut Black hair
Messing it up, you ain't the real Mccoy man
F*ck Hip Hop you should join a boy band
Call me baker man making underground bread
Hip Hop without a t- shirt tied around my head
No lucci spent on a car with Gucci print
Just enough to live comfortable and pay the rent
Me and my buls hang, oldheads like the Duke Morgan Gang
Using your grandpa slang
Like you jive ass turkey motherf*cka
Sucka don't you know you can't get with Side Effect that's my nucca
My style's rare like a, koala bear in the inner city
The score is ten to fifty
Side in the lead mc's they can't stand it
I spit hot shit, Store High In Transit
That's a acronym smacking them wack raps
Drop it heavy, snapping straps on your backpacks
I heat up tracks like a blow dryer or a slow fryer
Can you f*ck with Side? No sire
Your shit's poopie, defecating like feces
You're just a groupie shaking just to meet me
Your rap is a fad, your acting is bad
Side Effect I hold the fort down like Capture The Flag
I be the raw Hip Hopper, pull up on a hog or a chopper
I'm so unruly, so uncoopera-tive
It's like I contracted HIV
And I'm rappin with only ten days to live
Yo, you can't see us, man you can't do us
You got a better chance at seeing Emmanuel Lewis
When I was eleven I was hoppin on the train straight
Downtown, eighty six, coppin Dana Dane tape
You just a youngin son why you fronting
Saying something, nah you ain't saying nothing
That I ain't heard before don't make me serve you bul
Cause during war yeah the words is raw
My shits explosive dog, speakers blew out
Bomb squad came in, said f*ck it, move out
Changed they mind when they realized the name and rhyme
Like Cyndi Lauper Time after time
I gotta tell ya, E40 said Side I smell ya
Unassuming demeanor, show up on the scene like the cleaner
In a Black Mans Wish, that's a Beamer
On some 2003 Jeru coming cleaner
I'm tryna have mad money in my clutch
Cause if you know how much you got then you ain't got much
Terrence Wood - Intro Lyrics
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Intro flow, before I start rockin
Let me introduce y'all to this Underground Concoction
I'm bout to take you on a ride through the mind
Of the bul Side Effect the illest of all time
Stage fright when you grab the mic you act scared
It's like a white barber tryna cut Black hair
Messing it up, you ain't the real Mccoy man
F*ck Hip Hop you should join a boy band
Call me baker man making underground bread
Hip Hop without a t- shirt tied around my head
No lucci spent on a car with Gucci print
Just enough to live comfortable and pay the rent
Me and my buls hang, oldheads like the Duke Morgan Gang
Using your grandpa slang
Like you jive ass turkey motherf*cka
Sucka don't you know you can't get with Side Effect that's my nucca
My style's rare like a, koala bear in the inner city
The score is ten to fifty
Side in the lead mc's they can't stand it
I spit hot shit, Store High In Transit
That's a acronym smacking them wack raps
Drop it heavy, snapping straps on your backpacks
I heat up tracks like a blow dryer or a slow fryer
Can you f*ck with Side? No sire
Your shit's poopie, defecating like feces
You're just a groupie shaking just to meet me
Your rap is a fad, your acting is bad
Side Effect I hold the fort down like Capture The Flag
I be the raw Hip Hopper, pull up on a hog or a chopper
I'm so unruly, so uncoopera-tive
It's like I contracted HIV
And I'm rappin with only ten days to live
Yo, you can't see us, man you can't do us
You got a better chance at seeing Emmanuel Lewis
When I was eleven I was hoppin on the train straight
Downtown, eighty six, coppin Dana Dane tape
You just a youngin son why you fronting
Saying something, nah you ain't saying nothing
That I ain't heard before don't make me serve you bul
Cause during war yeah the words is raw
My shits explosive dog, speakers blew out
Bomb squad came in, said f*ck it, move out
Changed they mind when they realized the name and rhyme
Like Cyndi Lauper Time after time
I gotta tell ya, E40 said Side I smell ya
Unassuming demeanor, show up on the scene like the cleaner
In a Black Mans Wish, that's a Beamer
On some 2003 Jeru coming cleaner
I'm tryna have mad money in my clutch
Cause if you know how much you got then you ain't got much
Let me introduce y'all to this Underground Concoction
I'm bout to take you on a ride through the mind
Of the bul Side Effect the illest of all time
Stage fright when you grab the mic you act scared
It's like a white barber tryna cut Black hair
Messing it up, you ain't the real Mccoy man
F*ck Hip Hop you should join a boy band
Call me baker man making underground bread
Hip Hop without a t- shirt tied around my head
No lucci spent on a car with Gucci print
Just enough to live comfortable and pay the rent
Me and my buls hang, oldheads like the Duke Morgan Gang
Using your grandpa slang
Like you jive ass turkey motherf*cka
Sucka don't you know you can't get with Side Effect that's my nucca
My style's rare like a, koala bear in the inner city
The score is ten to fifty
Side in the lead mc's they can't stand it
I spit hot shit, Store High In Transit
That's a acronym smacking them wack raps
Drop it heavy, snapping straps on your backpacks
I heat up tracks like a blow dryer or a slow fryer
Can you f*ck with Side? No sire
Your shit's poopie, defecating like feces
You're just a groupie shaking just to meet me
Your rap is a fad, your acting is bad
Side Effect I hold the fort down like Capture The Flag
I be the raw Hip Hopper, pull up on a hog or a chopper
I'm so unruly, so uncoopera-tive
It's like I contracted HIV
And I'm rappin with only ten days to live
Yo, you can't see us, man you can't do us
You got a better chance at seeing Emmanuel Lewis
When I was eleven I was hoppin on the train straight
Downtown, eighty six, coppin Dana Dane tape
You just a youngin son why you fronting
Saying something, nah you ain't saying nothing
That I ain't heard before don't make me serve you bul
Cause during war yeah the words is raw
My shits explosive dog, speakers blew out
Bomb squad came in, said f*ck it, move out
Changed they mind when they realized the name and rhyme
Like Cyndi Lauper Time after time
I gotta tell ya, E40 said Side I smell ya
Unassuming demeanor, show up on the scene like the cleaner
In a Black Mans Wish, that's a Beamer
On some 2003 Jeru coming cleaner
I'm tryna have mad money in my clutch
Cause if you know how much you got then you ain't got much
Writer: TERRENCE W WOOD
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