[50 Cent]. Ay nigga tell 'em where you from!. Southside I'm a Southside nigga what. Nigga stunt you know I tear a nigga up. [Chorus]. They say I'm grimy I'm greasy. I make a one-eight-seven look easy. Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down. Push me nigga see what I'm about. [50 Cent]. I was a snotty nose nappy head dirtball nigga. Sayin I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger. After niggaz jumped me bumpin my head. Thinkin I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead. Took a kitchen knife to {*censored*} fin' to poke me a nigga. Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga. Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley. Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy. Now those were the days when crime really paid. The nine milli sprayed I got the fuck out the way. From shootout to shootout the bricks went fast. Robberies went bad niggaz got blast. Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid. Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head. You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine. You need that out on the grind all the time. [Chorus] - repeat 2X. [50 Cent]. It was Kangols Cazelli shades Pumas and corn braids. Doo-rags on the waist brass knuckles switchblades. Ski mask to get paid new shells to get sprayed. Hoodrats to get laid money to get made. YEAHHH~! .. Yeah I had a dream. I was rich woke up broke gun in my hand. Sayin DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram. I got to find me a nigga line me a nigga. And say "Give it up kid before I put one in your wig". Picture me thirsty ridin 'round foamin out the mouth. Sayin "I don't get on I'ma lay a nigga out". Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious. I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace. I'm wreckless I spray the semi drunk off Henny. Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell 'em to Benny. Fuck with me y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy. [Chorus] - repeat 2X. [50 Cent]. Yeah. I gave Just a buck-fifty ask him if I cut niggaz. Shootouts in Bedford ask them if I bucked niggaz. In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo the accident baby. Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me. My eyes don't cry I'm a fatherless child. Got my ass whooped in Spofford but never that now. When my name in your mouth you better watch how you talk. I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk. I bust a clip I'll hit ya hip I'm takin your shit. Thats how the eses play for that SSK. Your probably heard through the grapevine I'm good out in Watts. Bulletproof shit cruisin through them Compton blocks. I'm the beast from the East but I play on the West. In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest. And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors. I was bred for this shit front on me I'ma blaze ya. [Chorus] - repeat 2X