50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks - Southside lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks - Southside lyrics]
Southsiiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know)
Southsiiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga)
Look at you
You lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you just
In time to get the grit's run to the store
Get some Quaker Oats and some OE
Tell Habbi it's from me
He'll let you owe him he know me (yeah)
That's how I used to talk
To a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my
Ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all)
Took my biggest lost at eight
You know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on
I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow
Them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike
But me I wanted to be him
(You lookin good man)
Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion
(Damn)
Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion
(Woo)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream
(yeah) i get the coke
Get some pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat
Yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin
You know what I mean?
Southsiiiiiiide (Look at this nigga son)
Southsiiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt)
Southsiiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!, HAHAHAHA! cracks up)
Southsiiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas)
Southsiiiiiiide (Nigga, we all over the water)
Southsiiiiiiide (We don't mix! What the fuck is the matter with you)
I'll shoot up your house I'll
Burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot
At them with the cig (Brrappp)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I
Cook better then your mama
And that's your baby mama I see
Her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me
Down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money
I need that older money
So if you checkin for me
Nigga show the money
He mean that big money, not that lil' money
That's my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me
Southsiiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man)
Southsiiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man)
Southsiiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of line)
Southsiiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man)
Southsiiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
Southsiiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga)
Southsiiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga)
Southsiiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS)
We went from run down sneakers
To runnin the state i can't die
(Nah) I got too much money to make
You got plans, then you know
Where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(yeah) I got 99 Problems you
Want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse before I become a bum
(Bum)
Life's short, feel good under the summer sun
Down here
You got two options get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me
I be's the boss of this shit right here!
I said the boss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N! And nigga what!
Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!
I'm not goin to war
But I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here
And veto every motherfuckin act that
Comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know what I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis
To Ferrari F50 now I got a few aliases
You know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know
Uncle Sam i'm a tax everyone of these
Motherfuckers that come through here!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of that
Everything that comes through you
Understand what I'm sayin
It's The Unit! yeah!