Southside - 50 Cent (50美分)
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