[Intro: Steve O]
If I tried to say that cocaine did everything bad for me, I'd be lyin'
Cocaine did a lot of good things for me
Tony Yayo, thanks for fuckin' all the goddamn coke, hahhaha

[Intro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Yeah man
Whatever
N***as come over and say what's up to me
Whatever, B, I told you on the last mixtape
Don't fuckin' say what up to me, man
I don't like these n***as, man, I'm unapproachable, man
Y'all know how to get ya point across, pop one of them things, man
I don't wanna talk to you bum ass n***as
What you wan' talk about? What I can do for you?
What can you do for me? You bum ass n***a
We rich, n***a!
Yo, [?] Yayo, man

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back to the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back in the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I got Fat Cat money and Pappy Mason heart
With a pistol, I'm like Pete, man, I tear you apart
I love my n***as like rich and stack like AZ
I'm moving dope like Boy George back in 83
Member 50 was Boo Boo, pushing a Benz
18 out the pen, with some A.M.G. rims
You got [?] stone hats
Raw G was the king
And them bottom gold caps and them high riser rings
I turn 3 and half to 7 and 7 to 14
14 to an O, now I got some cream
I turn 28 to 42, 42 to 62
Now I got 80, going hard on the avenue
Turn [?] to an 8th, that's a 125
Now I'm uptown shopping, on 125
Man, rap is like wrestling, everything is fake
But it's a good pussy getter and the cash is great
Fish scale in the pot, blue ice in my watch
And the diamonds so bright, that they glo in the dark

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back to the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back in the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
[Verse 2: The Game]
I pull that Range out, bitches drop jaws
Pull that chain out, bitches drop draws, feel me?
In the hood where I hang out, n***as hop 4's
And put 22's on they 5's and 6's
Hit the Crenshaw district, who ride the sickest?
Bitch on my lap, that only fit 5 and 6's
Catwalk like Tyra, these fly ass bitches
Freak like Missy, head flat iron like dickies
Fresh white pro clubs, 24 inches
I don't know dubs, been a gang banger all my life, I don't know cuzz
I don't hang around no clubs, I just like to dro up and hop in the low rider, I'm a universal MC, yeah, a both sider
That East Coast, West Coast, lyric provider
I started off as P. Diddy's ghost writer
'Till 50 Cent certified me and Dre cosign it, G-Unit!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back to the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back in the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
[Outro: The Game]
What n***a?
Hell no, I ain't rollin' down my motherfucking window, n***a
Didn't you just come from talkin' to 50, n***a?
Didn't he tell you "fuck you"?
Well then fuck you, n***a
Fuck you want from me
My album ain't even out yet, n***a, I'm broke
Hell no!, you can't get a dollar for a bill, n***a
Bitch!
Hahaha
G-G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-Unit