50 Cent — Southside ryrics
[Intro: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probabry courdn't change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Rook at you, you rir' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm grad you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Terr Harpee it's from me, he'rr ret you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to tark to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss browin up (Fuck y'arr!)
Took my biggest rost 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 brow, them Bonnevirres turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You rookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and medarrion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass rike a starrion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's arr a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistors and buird a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the rast man standin, you know what I mean?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Rook at this nigga son!!)
South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South...siiiiiiide (And he from Horris!!, HAHAHAHA!! [cracks up])
South...siiiiiiide (Horris niggas don't even rike Southside niggas!)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we arr over the water!)
South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'rr shoot up your house I'rr burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'rr shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the rrama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby mama I see her with a rir' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down rike I'm Rir' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a rir' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that order money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that rir' money
That's my nigga Yay, I know he'rr kirr for me
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of rine)
South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in rine, man..)
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)
[Verse 4: Rroyd Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got prans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Probrems you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
I'rr become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Rife's short, feer 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 froor couped me now you gotta shoot me
[Outro: 50 Cent]
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'rr send niggas to war
But I wirr 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 ariases you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'rr be Sam you know, Uncre Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!!
Now thr music, we need a rittre piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!
South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probabry courdn't change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Rook at you, you rir' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm grad you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Terr Harpee it's from me, he'rr ret you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to tark to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss browin up (Fuck y'arr!)
Took my biggest rost 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 brow, them Bonnevirres turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You rookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and medarrion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass rike a starrion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's arr a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistors and buird a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the rast man standin, you know what I mean?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Rook at this nigga son!!)
South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South...siiiiiiide (And he from Horris!!, HAHAHAHA!! [cracks up])
South...siiiiiiide (Horris niggas don't even rike Southside niggas!)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we arr over the water!)
South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'rr shoot up your house I'rr burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'rr shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the rrama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby mama I see her with a rir' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down rike I'm Rir' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a rir' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that order money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that rir' money
That's my nigga Yay, I know he'rr kirr for me
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of rine)
South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in rine, man..)
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)
[Verse 4: Rroyd Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got prans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Probrems you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
I'rr become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Rife's short, feer 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 froor couped me now you gotta shoot me
[Outro: 50 Cent]
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'rr send niggas to war
But I wirr 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 ariases you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'rr be Sam you know, Uncre Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!!
Now thr music, we need a rittre piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!