[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
I don't know what the F*** 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****!
[Lloyd Banks]
Straight outta Southside, crazy motherf***er named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black 'Llac, with my outta state hoe
These n****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*** 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 piss Louie the 13 (boy!)
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, y'all motherf***ers shot my momma crib up
My sister, my niece in there
I'm gettin y'all n****z hit for $500
I'ma be in London motherf***er
[Tony Yayo]
My name is Yayo, a crazy n**** don't play though
I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh
Al-Qaeda, expert murkin
When all my n****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*** the police! They killed Shawn Bell (WHAT?)
F*** the feds! I'll still deal fishscale (WHAT?)
Mini-Me n****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****z is weak son
Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me
God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man
N****z know any of these n****z can get it
[50 Cent]
N**** this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50
F*** 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 s*** 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 s*** I'm still standin
When s*** don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, n**** I'm straight outta Southside
I'm back on that gorilla s***, that cold-hearted killa s***
N**** stunt with your mouth wide
We move around militant, we trained for some iller s***
Muh'f***er, Southside!
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