Letras:Lloyd Banks. Southside.

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Bridge:]
I done learn from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not!
Like who's gon' run and who's not!
Like who's gon' shoot if you shot! [gunshot]
Who gone hold they own - who's not? Who gone change the spots?

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! {NONE STOP! } Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby.
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby.
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {NONE STOP! }

[Verse 1:]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head [3 gunshots]
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed. {Whooooooooo! }
I stay a wake - cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead.
The killer fled witta fuckin' laugh.
My heart pumpin' on blast, I just stare at him something to grasp.
Arms moving - figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug.
There I stood stiffer than wood, see homie use to buy me candy,
Now he's gone whose provide his family.
My earring is should have been runnin' I never thought I could be that sick.
Damn! I was suppose to see that shit.
That's when I thought! (thought!) - It was more than 3 shots (shots!)
He could have been aiming for me, maybe he circled around the block.
I turn around to my pops, he like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin', [shot] I can still hear 'em laughin'.

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {CAN'T FORGET... }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {HASSAN! }
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {BRITNEY SHA! }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

[Verse 2:]
It was a regular day {Whoooo! } in SouthSide sprink-aklers kids running
All of a sudden heads turnin' somebody did somethin'.
This nigga name, I forgot. Fuck it! He lived around the block.
Regular getting money nigga, but love to clown a lot.
Walked across the park stuntin' - frontin'
Diamond in his ears! - Diamond watch on, eatin' a bag of popcorn.
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away - so he threw the bag in her face.
She felt disrespected! {DAMN! } - Shorty couldn't except it
Called him a pussy! - Told him she be back in a second!
He didn't pay her no mind, called her bitch 'bout four times
Stayed in the park - with no niggas with and no .9! [gun cocks]
Then in no time - older nigga from behind; swung a baseball bat,
Left his face all cracked! - Told him take all that.
Hit him again popped; his chain with a frown
Left the clown with' his stain on the ground. [shot]

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {CAN'T FORGET... }

In the streets of New York! {VIOLATOR! } Can't trust nobody! {JAMES' CREW! }
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {CHRIS LADY! }
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {Whoooooo! }

[Verse 3:]
And all my days {Whooooo! } go by blowin' that sticky, icky!
California made me picky! Chicken heads tryin' to stick me with a hicky!
If we go up quickly, stick me somewhere tipsy
The location don't matter I'm SouthSide to they hit me.
I'd be dead! (dead...) - It foots can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys,
But I don't know Scarface, I'd push with bill, my heart spills;
For the kids that ain't got nothin' they gotta steal and for my
Cousin, I lost slumped over the steering wheel.

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {CAN'T FORGET... }
You wanna rob me, you gonna {PR! } leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {YAYO! }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, {CRY! } you gonna leave here with a body. [echoes]

[Outro:]
"MO' MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 3: CA$HING IN! "
"HUNGER FOR MORE"...
OUT NOW!
PICK IT UP!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
I'm a tell you sum'hin', right?
I don't even know this niggas, youkno'msayin'?
Niggas feel like they KNOW ME!... And they lis... listening to my music!
And they like: "No! No! NO! Don't you think 50's shit!... 50Cent fucked the hood! "
50 IS THE HOOD, NIGGA!