lirik lagu tony yayo – straight outta southside
[intro: lloyd bank$ {superstar jay}]
i don’t know what the f-ck y’all been doin’! {superstar jay, tony yayo…!} [gun c-cks] [11 shots]
but this what they want! {“righteous kill: you will respect the gun”!}
i’d like to give a r.i.p… in advance… to all my enemies! {ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!}
die quick n-gg-s! {whoooo!}
[lloyd bank$:]
“straight outta southside”! – crazy mothaf-cka named bank-o! (yeah!)
crack rap! – million dolla bankroll! (yeah!)
black ‘lac – for my outta state hoe
these n-gg-s talk gangsta, but really ain’t tho’. (no!)
i’m a stormy night! – you a rainbow! (hahh!)
i’m a g! – tight clothes ain’t my thang, bro’. (no!)
f-ck the police – with a’ hiv carrier
no vaseline in the m-16. (yeeah!)
i’m ridin’ dirty but the bent’ pimp clean (yeeeah!)
and gotta body like i feed it creatine. (whooo!)
my birth stone in diamond! – my favorite color’s green!
i smoke lean and p-ss louis the xiii! (boy!)
[interlude: tony yayo]
yeah!
y’all mothaf-ckas shot my momma’s crib-up?! (yeeeeeeeah!)
my sister and niece in there…
i’m gettin’ y’all n-gg-s h-t for 500 dollars, i’m a be in london mothaf-cka! (yeeeeeeeeaah!)
[tony yayo:]
my name is yayo! – a crazy n-gg- he don’t play, tho! (what?!)
i’ll hitcha planters peanut with the.8-0! (what?!)
al qaeda – expert merkin’,
when all my n-gg-s die, they gon’ have 80 virgins. (blaaaat!)
i’m the ‘burb swervin’ – cause i’m drunk and i’m high
with that glock! – that pump! – that mack and.4-5! (bring it down now!)
f-ck the police they killed sean bell! (what?!)
f-ck the feds i still deal fishscale! (what?!)
mini-me n-gg-s wanna copy my style,
but legal aid lawyers ain’t good for trial! (hahaha!)
pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100’s (i ain’t lyin’!)
drop top phantom got him sick in his stomach. – blaaaaaaaat!
[interlude: 50 cent]
these n-gg-s is weak, son.
lookin’ like cookies an’ cream to me.
godd-mn, a fly, man; a heartbeat, man; n-gg-s know me!
n-gg-s know any of these n-gg-s can’t get it!
[50 cent:]
n-gg- it’s boo-boo! – but you can call me 50! (50!)
f-ck with me the police’ll have to get me.
7-60, i-i ride i’m a rider. (i’m a rider!)
molotov, i toss that, you on fire! (you on fire!)
beef pop, i’ll stop talkin’ an’ get quiet
and make the muzzle on the tec look like it’s on fire.
my sh-t jammed and unjammed like i planned it
like i was jus takin’ a breather, i’m back blammin’.
i’m charles bronson, dirty harry – with the cannon!
you shootin’ back, but you ain’t hittin’ sh-t i’m still standin’!
when sh-t don’t go down smooth i don’t panic!
switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets h-t ya man.
[outro: 50 cent]
yeeeaaah!
n-gg- i’m “straight outta southside”!
i’m back on that gorilla sh-t, that cold hearted killa sh-t.
n-gg- stunt to mouth wide… we move around military.
we trained for some iller sh-t… mohf-cka!
southside! [echoes] [beat fades-out]
[interlude: tony yayo]
yeah, it’s the “talk of new york”, tony yayo.
i’m like most people…
they respect the gun, they respect me, too, youkno’msayin’?
shout-to my n-gg-, brucie!
youkno’imean?
shout to everybody on the mtv set, youkno’msayin’?
look out for the new reality show, come in november. [beat starts]
ffff!
somebody’s gon’ win some guapo-mapo.
i can’t tell you who it is! [echoes]
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