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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Unit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
M. Bernard
Composer
C. Lloyd
Composer
Rondell Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Browz
Producer
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I don't know what the fuck y'all been doing
But this what they want
I like to give a R-I-P
I advance to all my enemies
[Verse 2]
Straight outta Southside
Crazy motherfucker named Bank-O
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black Lac, with my outta state ho
These **** talk gangster but really ain't though
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thing, bro
Fuck the police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm riding dirty but the Bent' pimp clean
And got a body like I feel it creatine
My birthstone's diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII, boy
[Verse 3]
Yeah, y'all motherfuckers shot my mama crib up?
My sister, my niece in there
I'll get y'all **** hit for five hundred dollars
I'ma be in London, motherfucker
[Verse 4]
My name is Yayo
A crazy **** don't play though
I hit your Planters peanut with the 8-oh
Al Qaeda, expert murking
When all my **** die, they gon' have eighty virgins
In the 'burb swerving
'Cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that glock, that pump, that MAC and 4-5
Fuck the police, they killed Sean Bell
Fucks the feds, I still deal fish scale
Mini me **** wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids hunnids
Droptop Phantom, got him sick in his stomach, blat
[Verse 5]
These **** is sweet, son
Looking like cookies n' cream to me
Man, goddamn, a fly man, a heartbeat, man
**** know any of these **** can get it
[Verse 6]
****, this Boo-Boo
But you could call me 50
Fuck with me, the police'll have to get me
760i, I ride, I'ma rider
Molotov, I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I stop talking and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the TEC look like it's on fire
My shit jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was just taking a breather, I'm back blamming
Man, I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon
You shooting back but you ain't hitting shit, I'm still standing
And when shit don't go down smooth, I don't panic
Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets, hit your man
[Verse 7]
Yeah ****, I'm straight outta Southside
I'm back on that guerrilla shit, that cold hearted killer shit
****, stunt with your mouth wide
We move around militant
We train for some iller shit, motherfucker, Southside
Written by: C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, M. Bernard, Rondell Turner