Straight Outta Southside - G-Unit

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!

Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o

Crack rap, million dollar bankroll

Black 'Lac, with my outta state ho

These niggas 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 tha police with a HIV carrier

No Vaseline and an 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!)

Yeah, y’all motherfuckers shot my momma crib up

My sister, my niece in there

I’m gettin' y’all niggas hit for $ 500

I’ma be in London motherfucker

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 niggas 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 Sean Bell (WHAT?)

FUCK the Feds!

I’ll still deal fishscale (WHAT?)

Mini-Me niggas 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!

These niggas is weak son

Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me

God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man

Niggas know any of these niggas can get it

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

Yeah, nigga I’m straight outta Southside

I’m back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killer shit

Nigga stunt with your mouth wide

We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit

Muh’fucker, Southside!