Lloyd Banks - Southside lyrics

(man talking) Stares of a million pairs of eyes, lookin hard but won't realize, that they will never see the... be-A-N-K dolla sign S-K in the back of the truck n***a what? I'm remarkable Roll through the hood wit an arsenal Lookin for a b**h to put the sausage to You n***as fallin off, I'm startin to feel like I'm responsible The reason they won't sponsor you All my n***as jump the gun You sneeze and they stompin you Back, neck, knees, and ya arms is threw 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 b**h n***as ahead of you Real n***as, be on point game tight (game tight) Bag a new b**h and f** her the same night (same night) I could take care of these n***as on my own Patiently waitin for Yayo to come home Get the f** out my way, I'm in the zone Mutha f** a fist fight I hold the chrome b**h southside til the day I die Now you mutha f**as know where I'm from n***as 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 bullsh** around me I'm the number one n***a comin out this year So be satisfied wit 2 or 3 Yeah! Ya heard right n***a Can't none of y'all n***as f** wit the kid I don't give a f**, you get mad? feel bad? Call my name p**y... I ain't goin nowhere!