G-Unit - Straight Outta Southside lyrics
[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I don't know what the FUCK y'all been doin But this what they want I'd like to give a R.I.P., in advance To all my enemies, die quick nigga! [Lloyd Banks] Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million dollar bankroll Black 'Llac, with my outta state hoe These niggaz talk gangsta but really ain't though (no!) I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro Fuck the police, with a HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 (yeah) I'm ridin dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeah) It got a body like I feed it Creatine My birthstones are diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 (boy!) [Interlude: Tony Yayo] Yeah, y'all motherfuckers shot my momma crib up My sister, my niece in there I'm gettin y'all niggaz hit for $500 I'ma be in London motherfucker [Tony Yayo] My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga don't play though I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh Al-Qaeda, expert murkin When all my niggaz die they gon' have 80 virgins In the 'burbs swervin, cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that glock, that pump, that mac and fo'-five (break it down now!) FUCK the police! They killed Shawn Bell (WHAT?) FUCK the feds! I'll still deal fishscale (WHAT?) Mini-Me niggaz wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin!) Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Brrrrrat! [Interlude: 50 Cent] These niggaz is weak son Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man Niggaz know any of these niggaz can get it [50 Cent] Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760-I, I ride, I'm a rider Molotov I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I stop talkin and get quiet And make the muzzle on the tec look like it's on fire My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it Like I was just takin a breather, I'm back blammin I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon You shootin back but you ain't hittin shit I'm still standin When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, nigga I'm straight outta Southside I'm back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killa shit Nigga stunt with your mouth wide We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit Muh'fucker, Southside!