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50 cent - southside lyrics

(feat. tony yayo & lloyd banks)

[hook: 50 cent]
south….siiiiiiiiiiiiide
south…siiiiiiiiiiide
south… siiiiiiiiide
[50 cent talkin over hook:]
yea u know i’m know i’m neva gon change
you know, if i was tryna change i probably coulda changed, i’m f-cked up man, dats were i’m from n-gg-

[verse 1: 50 cent]
look at you u lil dirty -ss n-gg- u aint sh-t
i’m glad u here it or u jus in time to get the bricks
run to da store, get some quaker oats n some o.e
tell how pi gets for me he let u owe him he know me (yeeea)
that’s they used to talk to a n-gg- growin up
that’s why i give em ma -ss 2 kiss blowin up (f-ck yall)
took ma biggest lost at 8, u know wen mommy died
i aint even kno wat was goin on i didn’t even f-cken cry
man true sellin blow them bonivilles turn to bm’z(whhhhhoo)
some n-gg-s want to b mike but me i want 2 b him (man lookin good man)
4 finger rang rope chain n medallion(dam)
real bomb b-tch wita -ss lika stallion (whoo)
its a dream its a dream its all a dream (yeeea)
i get some c-ke get some pistols n build a team
i’ma b betta than cat yea betta than preme
ima b the last man standin u kno wat i mean?

[hook: 50 cent]
south siiiiiiiiiide [x8]
[50 cent talkin over hook]
look at this n-gg- son!
this n-gg- irv….got on a preme team shirt!
and he frm hollis hahahaha(sinister laughter)
hollis n-gg-s don’t even like south side n-gg-s
n-gg- we all under water we don’t mix
what the f-ck is the matta wit chu!

tony yayo (yea..one more time..listen man)
[tony yayo (50 ad libs):]
i shoot up ya house and burn up ya crib
and wen the fire man come i shoot down wit da cig(bbbblaaattt)
ebony and ivory da beam on tha llama
wen it comes to da bricks i cook betta dan ya momma(i aint lyin)
aint that ya baby moma? i see her wit da lil oozie (ya)
i’m in da piece she wipe me down like i’m lil boosie(wipe me down)
ima a lil woozy i’m higher than heaven
i got that haze mixed wit ak 47
i need that beckham money
i need dat o da money
so if u checkin 4 me, n-gg- show da money.
50 cent: u mean that bigg money.. not that lil money..that’s ma n-gg- yay i know he kill for me
hook:
(south siiiiiiiiiiide [x8])
[50 talkin ova hook]
n-gg-s make me sick man…sick to ma stomach man…!
every time a n-gg- get outta line..i put em right back in line man!
n-gg-s think jimmy iovine ma boss..n-gg- f-ck jimmy iovine n-gg-!!!
i’m frm 134 street n-gg-
i aint got no m-th-f-ckin boss!

[lloyd banks:]
we went frm runnin down sneakers to runnin da state
i can’t die..i got to much money 2 make
u got plans then u kno were i’m comin frm ma stomach numb
i got 99 problems u want em son?
99 enemies don’t b the hundrendth one
ill become a corpse before i become a b-m
life sure feels good under the summer sun
in here u got 2 options get a gun or run
ma first car was a sp-ceship no hooptie
champ hoody n boots no gucci
yayo introduced me fifth scooped me
da floor couped me
now u gotta shoot me

[50 talkin:]
i bees da boss of dis sh-t rite here
i said da boss n-gg-
u hear me.. da b.o.s.s m.a.n and n-gg- what!
thow sumthin
i’m da george bush of dis sh-t..i’m not goin 2 war. but i send n-gg-s to war hahaha[sinister laughter]
and i will sit here n veto every m-th-f-ckin act that comes thru here
u know… i’m thinkin u know wat i’m sayin we went frm 50 cent to fiddy to curtis to ferrieri f-50 u know i got a few aliases u kno wat i’m sayin
i’m thinkin next… ill b sam.. u know uncle sam hahaaha [sinister laughter]
ima tax everyone of these m-th-f-ckas
to come thru here..now the music.. we need a lil piece of that
everything that comes thru..u understand wat i’m sayin??
its da unit!!
yeeeea

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