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STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTHSIDE 歌詞
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G-Unit
- 2008.6.27 リリース
- 作詞
- BERNARD MARVIN , JACKSON CURTIS JAMES , LLOYD CHRISTOPHER CHARLES , TURNER RONDELL
- 作曲
- BERNARD MARVIN , JACKSON CURTIS JAMES , LLOYD CHRISTOPHER CHARLES , TURNER RONDELL
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I don't know what the f**k yall been doin'
But this what they want
I'd like to give a R.I.P. in advance
To all my enemies
Die quick nig**!
(Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks)
Straight outta Southside
Crazy muthaf**ka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta-state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really ain't tho
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro
F**k the police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin' dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And got a body like I feed it creatine
My birth's come in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII
(Talk)
Yall muthaf**kers shot my mama crib up
My sister my niece in there
I'ma get yall nig*** hit for 500 dollars
I'ma be in London, muthaf**ker!
(Verse 2 - Tony Yayo)
My name is Yayo
A crazy nig** don't play tho
I hit ya planters peanut wit the 8-0
Al Qaeda X-mark murkin'
When all my nig**s die
They gon have 80 virgins in the 'Burb swervin
Cuz I'm drunk and I'm high
Wit that glock, the pump, that mac and .45
F**k the police that killed Sean Bell
F**k the FEDs I still deal fishscale
Mini-me nig**s wanna copy my style
Bi-lingual lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
Blaowww!!
(Talk)
These nig**s is sweet, son
Lookin' like cookies and cream to me
Man out there I'ma fly man in a Hum(mer) V. man
Nig**s don't know any of these nig**as get it
(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Nig** this is Boo-Boo
But you can call me 50
F**k with me the police will have to get me
760, I, I ride, I'm a rider
Mazel tov, I toast to that, you on fire
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin' and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the tech look like it's on fire
My shit jammed and un-jammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin' a breather I'm back blammin'
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon
You shootin back, but you ain't hittin
Shit I'm still standing
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
(Talk)
Yea, nig** I'm straight outta Southside
I'm back on dat Guerilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Nig** stunt witcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit, muaf**ker
Southside
But this what they want
I'd like to give a R.I.P. in advance
To all my enemies
Die quick nig**!
(Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks)
Straight outta Southside
Crazy muthaf**ka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta-state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really ain't tho
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro
F**k the police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin' dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And got a body like I feed it creatine
My birth's come in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII
(Talk)
Yall muthaf**kers shot my mama crib up
My sister my niece in there
I'ma get yall nig*** hit for 500 dollars
I'ma be in London, muthaf**ker!
(Verse 2 - Tony Yayo)
My name is Yayo
A crazy nig** don't play tho
I hit ya planters peanut wit the 8-0
Al Qaeda X-mark murkin'
When all my nig**s die
They gon have 80 virgins in the 'Burb swervin
Cuz I'm drunk and I'm high
Wit that glock, the pump, that mac and .45
F**k the police that killed Sean Bell
F**k the FEDs I still deal fishscale
Mini-me nig**s wanna copy my style
Bi-lingual lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
Blaowww!!
(Talk)
These nig**s is sweet, son
Lookin' like cookies and cream to me
Man out there I'ma fly man in a Hum(mer) V. man
Nig**s don't know any of these nig**as get it
(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Nig** this is Boo-Boo
But you can call me 50
F**k with me the police will have to get me
760, I, I ride, I'm a rider
Mazel tov, I toast to that, you on fire
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin' and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the tech look like it's on fire
My shit jammed and un-jammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin' a breather I'm back blammin'
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon
You shootin back, but you ain't hittin
Shit I'm still standing
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
(Talk)
Yea, nig** I'm straight outta Southside
I'm back on dat Guerilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Nig** stunt witcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit, muaf**ker
Southside
