Southside

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 f**ked up man It's where I'm from ni**a

Look at you you lil' dirty a** ni**a you ain't sh*t

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 ni**a growin up

That's why I give him my a** 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 f**kin cry

Man truce and I blow them Bonnevilles turn to BMs'

Some n***as wanted to be Mike but me I wanted to be him

Four finger ring rope chain and medallion

Red bomb b***h with a a** 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 ni**a son

This ni**a Irv got on a 'Preme Team shirt

And he from Hollis HAHAHAHA

Hollis n***as don't even like Southside n***as

Ni**a we all over the water

We don't mix What the f**k is the matter with you

I'll s***t up your house I'll burn up your crib

And when the fireman come I'll s***t 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 ni**a show the money

He mean that big money not that lil' money

That's my ni**a Yay I know he'll k**l for me

n***as make me sick man

Sick to my stomach man

Every time a ni**a get out of line

SoI put 'em RIGHT BACK in line man

n***as think Jimmy Iovine's my boss

Ni**a F**K Jimmy Iovine ni**a

I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street ni**a

I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERF**KIN 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 s***t me

I be's the boss of this sh*t right here

I said the noss ni**a you hear me

The B-O-S-S-M-A-N And ni**a what

Thought so I'm the George Bush of this sh*t

I'm not goin to war but I'll send n***as to war

But I will sit here

And veto every motherf**kin 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 motherf**kers 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