Lyrics Detail
Southside
[ti:Southside]
[ar:50 Cent]
[al:Curtis]
[by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】]
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Southside - 50 Cent
Yeah you know I'm never 'gon change you know
If I was tryin to change I probably couldn't change you know
I'm fucked up man It's where I'm from nigga
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
That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up
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'
Some niggas wanted to be Mike but me I wanted to be him
Four finger ring rope chain and medallion
Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion
It's a dream it's a dream it's all a dream
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
Look at this nigga son
This nigga Irv got on a 'Preme Team shirt
And he from Hollis HAHAHAHA
Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas
Nigga we all over the water
We don't mix What the fuck is the matter with you
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
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
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
He mean that big money not that lil' money
That's my nigga Yay I know he'll kill for me
Niggas make me sick man
Sick to my stomach man
Every time a nigga get out of line
SoI put 'em RIGHT BACK in line man
Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss
Nigga FUCK Jimmy Iovine nigga
I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street nigga
I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die I got too much money to make
You got plans then you know where I'm comin from my stomach numb
I got 99 Problems you want 'em son
99 enemies don't be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse before I become a 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
I be's the boss of this shit right here
I said the noss 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