Lloyd Banks - Straight Outta Southside lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I don't know what the fu*k y'all been doin But this what they want I'd like to give a R.I.P., in advance To all my enemies, die quick n***a! [Lloyd Banks] Straight outta Southside, crazy motherf**er named Bank-o Crack rap, million dollar bankroll Black 'Llac, with my outta state ho These n***as talk gangsta but really ain't though (no!) I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro f** tha police with a HIV carrier No vaseline and an M-16 (yeah) I'm ridin dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeah) It got a body like I feed it Creatine My birthstones are diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 (boy!) [Interlude: Tony Yayo] Yeah, y'all motherf**ers shot my momma crib up My sister, my niece in there I'm gettin y'all n***as hit for $500 I'mma be in London motherf**er [Tony Yayo] My name is Yayo, a crazy n***a don't play though I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh Al-Qaeda, expert murkin When all my n***as die they gon' have 80 virgins In the 'burbs swervin, cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that Glock, that pump, that mac and fo'-five (break it down now!) fu*k the police! They k**ed Sean Bell (WHAT?) fu*k the feds! I'll still deal fishscale (WHAT?) Mini-Me n***as wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin!) Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Brrrrrat! [Interlude: 50 Cent] These n***as is weak son Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man n***as know any of these n***as can get it [50 Cent] n***a this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50 f** with me the police will have to get me 760-I, I ride, I'm a rider Molotov I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I stop talkin and get quiet And make the muzzle on the tec look like it's on fire My sh** jam and un-jam like I planned it Like I was just takin a breather, I'm back blammin I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon You shootin back but you ain't hittin sh** I'm still standin When sh** don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, n***a I'm straight outta Southside I'm back on that gorilla sh**, that cold-hearted k**a sh** n***a stunt with your mouth wide We move around militant, we trained for some iller sh** Muh'f**er, Southside!