love the Southside, (watch us come down) It's bout the South, (watch us come down) S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E, (watch us come down) [E.S.G.] Southside where I
's them that be dyin' I show no remorse to the source of the tales And if they tell then the hungry better battle Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across
: {"Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.."} Nigga nigga nigga I'm from [Chorus] (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta
ain't know? Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys Of course it's that nigga that kick down
: It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex
gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7: Young Buck] I'm talkin bout Scarface
can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.]
the suites, anywhere we can meet ?? to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE! [
we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W
G's simpin naughty thangs Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati [Chorus] [2Pac] Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain Hold it down
down and drop it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc) [Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga
's get this money man, them hos come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros That simple
that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun, that's
you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out,