[Intro: 50 Cent]

Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here

Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit

Yeah..

[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]

There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love

Except loyalty and love between thugs

For you I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip

For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid

For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do

I'm a Thug, this the way I show my love for you

Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash

For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass

For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight

Cause with a record like yours, doawg, you ain't staying upstate

Nigga for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew (Why?)

Cause I know you'd do the same thing too

I ride for you, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies

How could you not love a thug like me?

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]

Would you ride for me?

You ain't even got to ask

Would you die for me?

Nigga, they blast you, they blast me

Would you cry for me?

Shit, when I die don't cry for me

Just keep repping Southside for me

Would you ride for me?

You ain't even got to ask

Would you die for me?

Nigga, they blast you, they blast me

Would you cry for me?

Shit, when I die don't cry for me

Just keep repping Southside for me

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]

Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack

I'm the clip, you the gat

I'm the Glock, you the mac

I'm the artist, you the trap

I'm a pen, you the pad

I'm the Dutch, you the bag

I'm the knife, you the stab

I'm the driver, you the Jag

I'm the ice, you the bezel

I'm grimy, you ghetto

I'm the bow, you the arrow

I'm the shell, you the barrel

I'm a pimp, you a player

I'm dope, you the hustler

I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]

Would you ride for me?

You ain't even got to ask

Would you die for me?

Nigga, they blast you, they blast me

Would you cry for me?

Shit, when I die don't cry for me

Just keep repping Southside for me

Would you ride for me?

You ain't even got to ask

Would you die for me?

Nigga, they blast you, they blast me

Would you cry for me?

Shit, when I die don't cry for me

Just keep repping Southside for me

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

You can catch me in public housing with bundles of D

Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundled up to ski

Since time is money I rhyme on the clock

And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox

You see the ice, you know it's top notch

And when it comes to dice I'm seeing shorty to the shot box

Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top

And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop

When I grind I wear the same shit tomorrow

When you grind it's Showtime at the Apollo

Damn near every rapper gotta hot sixteen

Well, my flow's like a hoe that's sixteen

I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas

They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun, bitches

But I'm ghetto, straight from the hood, my nigga

If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger

I got so many minks, and so many leathers

The crib is surrounded by animal protesters

I'm a grown man, still living like I'm young

With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom

Here the cops come, task force van

Rock so much ice I'm called Jack Frost, man

And while we sipping on Cris' you sipping backwash, man

Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand

You want sixteen bars in song format

Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat - what?