Tony Yayo - Southside lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know) South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know) South...siiiiiiide (I'm f**ed up man, It's where I'm from n***a!!!) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look at you, you lil' dirty a** n***a you ain't sh** I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the grits Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E Tell Harpee it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah) That's how I used to talk to a n***a growin up That's why I give him my a** to kiss blowin up (f** 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 f**in cry Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!) Some n***as 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 b**h with a a** 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? [Hook: 50 Cent] South...siiiiiiide (Look at this n***a son!!) South...siiiiiiide (This n***a Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!) South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!!, HAHAHAHA!! *cracks up*) South...siiiiiiide (Hollis n***as don't even like Southside n***as!) South...siiiiiiide (n***a, we all over the water!) South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the f** is the matter with you!!!!) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] 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, n***a show the money [Verse 3: 50 Cent] He mean that big money, not that lil' money That's my n***a Yay, I know he'll k** for me [Hook: 50 Cent] South...siiiiiiide (n***as make me sick man!) South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!) South...siiiiiiide (Every time a n***a get out of line) South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man..) South...siiiiiiide (n***as think Jimmy Iovine's my boss) South...siiiiiiide (n***a, fu*k Jimmy Iovine, n***a!) South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, n***a!) South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERfu*kIN BOSS...) [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] 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 [Outro: 50 Cent] I be's the boss of this sh** right here! I said the boss n***a you hear me! The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And n***a what!!!! Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this sh**!!! I'm not goin to war, but I'll send n***as to war But I will sit here, and veto every motherf**in 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 motherf**ers 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!!!!