Southside". (feat. Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo). [Intro: 50 Cent]. South... siide (Yeah you know. I'm never 'gon change you know). South... siide (If I was tryin to change. I probably couldn't change you know). South... siide (I'm fucked up man It's where I'm from nigga!). [Verse 1: 50 Cent]. Look at you you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit. 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 nigga growin up. That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck 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 fuckin cry. Man truce and I blow them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Woo!). Some niggas 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 bitch with a ass 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?. [Chorus: 50 Cent]. South... siide (Look at this nigga son!). South... siide (This nigga Irv got on a 'Preme Team shirt!). South... siide (And he from Hollis! HAHAHAHA! [cracks up] ). South... siide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!). South... siide (Nigga we all over the water!). South... siide (We don't mix!. What the fuck 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. (Brrapp!). 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 nigga show the money. [Verse 3: 50 Cent]. He mean that big money not that lil' money. That's my nigga Yay I know he'll kill for me. [Chorus: 50 Cent]. South... siide (Niggas make me sick man!). South... siide (Sick to my stomach man!). South... siide (Every time a nigga get out of line). South... siide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line man...). South... siide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss). South... siide (Nigga FUCK Jimmy Iovine nigga!). South... siide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street nigga!). South... siide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN 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 shit right here!. I said the boss nigga you hear me!. The B-O-S-S-M-A-N! And nigga what!. Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!. I'm not goin to war but I'll send niggas to war. But I will sit here and veto every motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers. 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!. By: Eduardo Rodrigues