[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
I don't know what the FUCK 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!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black 'Lac, 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
Fuck 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 motherfuckers shot my momma crib up
My sister, my niece in there
I'm gettin' y'all n***as hit for $500
I'ma be in London motherfucker
[Verse 2: 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!)
FUCK the police! They killed Sean Bell (WHAT?)
FUCK 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

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
N***a this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50
Fuck 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 shit 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' shit I'm still standin'
When shit 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 shit, that cold-hearted killer shit
N***a stunt with your mouth wide
We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit
Muh'fucker, Southside!