[Intro: 50 Cent]

South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)

South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know)

South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

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 Habbi it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)

That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up

That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)

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' (Wooooo!)

Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)

Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)

Red bone bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)

It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)

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?

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

South...siiiiiiide (Look at this nigga, son)

South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt)

South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis, hahahahaha)

South...siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!)

South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we oil and water!) (Yeah)

South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!) (One more time, listen, man)

(Fuck is the matter with you?!)

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]

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 (Brrappp!!!!)

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 (Wipe me down!)

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

[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 line)

South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line)

South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine 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 3: Lloyd 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 plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb

(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em son? (Hah?)

99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one

I'll become a corpse before I become a bum (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

[Outro: 50 Cent]

I be's the boss of this shit right here

I said the boss, 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 (Hahahaha)

And I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin' act that comes through here

You know?

I'm thinkin', you know I'm sayin', we went from 50 Cent

To Fiddy

To Curtis

To Ferrari F 50, now I got a few aliases you know I'm sayin'?

Thinkin' next, I-I'll be, Sam

You know, Uncle Sam

I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers

That come through here

Now the music, we need a little piece of that

Everything that comes through

You understand what I'm sayin'?

It's the Unit

Yeah