Lloyd Banks
South Side lyrics
Songwriters: Diaz, H.; Lloyd, Chris; Diaz, L.; White, Barry
Stares of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see the
B A N K dolla sign S K in the back of the truck
Nigga what?
I'm remarkable
Roll through the hood wit an arsenal
Lookin' for a bitch to put the sausage to
You niggas fallin' off, I'm startin' to feel like I'm responsible
The reason they won't respond to me
Is all my niggas jump the gun
You sneeze and they stompin' you
Back, neck, knees, and ya arms is too
Ya album was a bad brick
Homeboy, I been hot since Freddy Krueger's last hit
I'm incredible, the one thing I won't ever do
Is slip up, and tell you that these bitch niggas ahead of you
Real niggas, we don't want game tight
(Game tight)
Bag a new bitch and fuck her the same night
(Same night)
I could take care of these niggas on my own
Patiently waitin' for Yayo to come home
Get the fuck out my way, I'm in the zone
Mutha fucka fist fight, I hold the chrome
Bitch south side 'til the day I die
So you mutha fuckas know where I'm from
Niggas are jealous of the things I buy
So I gotta move around wit my gun
If you don't smoke the kinda weed I smoke
Don't bring ya bullshit around me
I'm the number one nigga comin' out this year
So be satisfied wit 2 or 3
Yeah, ya heard right nigga
Can't none of y'all niggas, fuck wit the kid
I don't give a fuck, you get mad? Feel bad?
Call my name pussy, I ain't goin' nowhere
G-unit
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