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g - unit - straight outta southside lyrics

[intro: lloyd banks]
i don’t know what the f-ck 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 n-gg-!

[lloyd banks]
straight outta southside, crazy motherf-cker named bank-o
crack rap, million dollar bankroll
black ‘llac, with my outta state hoe
these n-gg-z 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
f-ck the police, with a hiv carrier
no vaseline in the 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 p-ss louie the 13 (boy!)

[interlude: tony yayo]
yeah, y’all motherf-ckers shot my momma crib up
my sister, my niece in there
i’m gettin y’all n-gg-z hit for $500
i’ma be in london motherf-cker

[tony yayo]
my name is yayo, a crazy n-gg- don’t play though
i hit your planters peanut with the eight-oh
al-qaeda, expert murkin
when all my n-gg-z 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!)
f-ck the police! they killed shawn bell (what?)
f-ck the feds! i’ll still deal fishscale (what?)
mini-me n-gg-z 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!

[interlude: 50 cent]
these n-gg-z is weak son
lookin like cookies ‘n cream to me
god d-mn, a fly man, a heartbeat man
n-gg-z know any of these n-gg-z can get it

[50 cent]
n-gg- this boo-boo, but you could call me 50
f-ck 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 sh-t 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 sh-t i’m still standin
when sh-t don’t go down smooth i don’t panic
switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets h-t your man

[outro: 50 cent]
yeah, n-gg- i’m straight outta southside
i’m back on that gorilla sh-t, that cold-hearted killa sh-t
n-gg- stunt with your mouth wide
we move around militant, we trained for some iller sh-t
muh’f-cker, southside!

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