I dont what the fuck I been doin But this what they Id to give a R.I.P. in advance For all my enemies, die quick
Straight Southside Crazy named Bank-o Crack rap, million dollar Lac for my outta state hoe
These niggas talk but really aint tho, no Imma stormy night, you a Imma G, tight clothes my thang bro Fuck the police with an HIV
No Vaseline in the I'm dirty but the Bent pimp clean And body like I feed it creatine My birth stones a diamond, my color's green I smoke and piss Louis the XIII
Yeah, yall shot my momma crib up My sister, my niece in Im getting yall niggas hit for 500 Ima be in London
My name is Yayo a crazy nigga dont tho I hitcha planters wit' the .80 Al Qaeda, merkin When all my niggas die they gon have 80
Im the 'Burb cause Im drunk and Im high Wit glock and pump that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Bell the feds I still deal fishscale
Mini me, niggas wanna copy my But nigga lame lawyers aint for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids Drop top Phantom got him in his stomach
These is weak, son like Cookies n Cream to me Bad day, Ima fly a man in a These niggas any nigga can get it
this is Boo-Boo but you can call me 50 Fuck with me, the have to get me 760 I, I ride Im a rider, Ill toss that, youre on fire Beef pop, Ill stop n get quiet And make a muzzle on the Tech look its on fire
My shit jammed and unjammed like I it Like I was just takin a breather, Im back Im Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon You shootin back but you aint hittin shit, Im still When shit dont go down smooth I dont Switch pistol, switch hands, targets hit ya man
Yea, nigga Im straight Southside Im back on dat gorilla shit, dat hearted killa shit stunt witcha mouth wide we move around militant We trained for some shit, muthafucka Southside