[Intro: 50 Cent [?]]
Ah man, what the fuck is the matter with this n***a man?
Man I don't know what's wrong with that n***a
Fuck is you cryin' for man?
Man I don't know
What's the matter?
Fuck that n***a, let him cry, n***a, heh heh
Well this is Southside, man
You know (yeah)
It ain't gonna change
Naaaaaw
You know it's gon' get worse before it get better
[?], heh heh heh heh heh
Trust me

[Verse 1]
It's not me and my bitch, it's me and my six
Me and my P90, and two of them clips
Holla at me, my n***as put it in for the chips
They'll kill for the bricks, turn em in to the whips
With the shiny shoes, you know how they do
It's not just a job, it's a hobby too
I'm bred for this, I was born into it
Before I could walk the talk a n***a momma would do it
Stash dope in the diaper, ratchet in my stroller
I was born a gangsta n***a, now remember I told ya
So when I'm back packing my ratchet, im back on the strip
I'm back flippin, trippin and smacking a bitch
Don't be suprised or mesmerized how I'm on it
N***a front and you can get it, now how you want it?
With the razor, with the knife, with the pistol, with the ice
Pick is so big, it should depart you tricks
Shit
[Outro]
Shit crazy out here man. It's hot man, n***as ain't getting no fucking money. I can tell when they looking at me they like "Yo Fifty man, help me man". They crying for help baby. I come through, they like "Whaddup". You know what I mean? They see me baby, I'm with the top down, I got the AC blowing. I'm like "Yo, whatup n***a, nah hell no I ain't stopping. Ah-ha-ha. What you want to talk to me about n***a? No I ain't got no help for you, I'll let you hold something. N***a, I'll let you hold a hollow tip n***a. I'm not letting you hold nothing else n***a, cause I can't remember these n***as letting me hold nothing." If something wrong with that n***as ain't never letting me borrow nothing! I'm staying out there, fucked up, now they expect me to do something for them. Man fuck that man!
50 Cent