Lyrics: Moussie. Other. Northside Soldier.

[talking:]
Yeah yeah yeah this is going out to all the norteno homeboys
Putting it down for they town you know what IM saying
San fran mishone putting it down Moussie drop that shit homeboy
SHHHAAAAYOOOOO!

[Moussie:]
Young g's in my hood try to come up
Quick to pull the trigger by the next man he don't give a fuck
He's on a mission trying to stack a grip red rag on his hip
And a Glock with an extended clip
So just incase the fuck jumps got to keep a strap
Cuz nowadays mutherfuckers try to peel your cap
So he wants to put in work and earn a couple stripes
Rollin in the stolen he has intention to take a life
19th and lex 10 scraps try to plex again
So now somebody's Mom got to wear a black dress again
Hit the corner yelled out Norte Puto
Then came the Glock stuck out the window
He kept up until he emtied out the whole clip
That's why these blue rag fags up in body bags
No remorse he laughed when that foo fell
No revenge his homies wanna go and tell
But he aint know punched the gas he had his fun
Drove to the hood to tell the homies bout the shit he done
Meanwhile the scraps were at the station snitching
Gave a description 5-0 searching through the mission
Suprise next morning opened up his eyes
Guns and badges blue suits and white guys
Sounds kinda fucked up but homie would've told ay
He's living out the life of a northside soldier

[chorus x2:]
In the northside this is how we ride
red rags do or die scraps better run and hide

[Mousse:]
Yo trip when you first let the pistol smoke
But waking up in the county aint no joke
That's murder one cause the crime was premeditated
He thought it out on the trigger never hesitated
Cuffed and booked you fate is now sealed
And 30 with a L is the DA's first deal
You ask your self what the fuck kind of deal is that
With that much time there aint no chance I'll ever make it back
Without a doubt not guilty was the youngsters plea
Put the decision in the hands of a jury
A bunch of scraps climbed up to the witness stand
Fingers pointing when the judge said who's the man
Is he seated in the courtroom here today
The D. A smiled when they pointed at him right away
They want to handle it by climbing in the witness seat
Instead of getting strapped and holding court in the street
In killa kali all the snitches get the 86
An unidentified corpse in a shallow ditch
Deliberation by the jury took about a day
A guilty verdict meant a long ass prison stay
His mom cried when they said life without
Because she's knowin what the Northside soldier's life's about

[chorus x3]

[Moussie:]
Rollin up San Quentin C.D.C reception
Got over 10 sit that ass up in carses section
Waiting on a chain to take you to your first pen
Don't give a fuck because he'll never see the streets again
He's on a gray goose hunt to his first joint
A level four cause little homie got a gang of points
Set him down in pelican bay with a gang of scraps
B. R keep a strap and always watch your back
Northside soldier put that work in for that X4
You take out one of ours were taking out 10 of yours
Don't got no nines got no Glock got to AK's
But for keeps is the only way the norte plays
Red rag to the heart so fuck the rest
San Francisco mission district tatted on his chest
Stroll in the yard with the homies sipping coffee
Twisting up a Rolley get inglesia from an o. g
And that's the way the game goes no its not a tragedy
A four corner hell has turned into reality
Sounds kind of fucked up but homey would have told you
He's living out the life of a northside soldier

[chorus x4]

[talking:]
Shayoo
Yeah that was just one mutherfucking daily ride through the northside
I want to say wassup to all my homies up on c street
Wassup looty Lou doing that 15 with an L Homes
Phil G, Rico, And rhino
And this young Julio and IM out