[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!