body-rocking, which side wanna ride? (Do you wanna ride with the southside? Eastside gon' ride Do you wanna ride with the southside? Westside gon' ride Do you wanna ride
own gangbangin' And Tupac won the beats that's stompin' He didn't like you when he was alive now you wanna jack him Bullets distribute out like Def Jam Let me tell you
of Middle G, in this G-A-M-E R-E-S-P-E-C-T, to the day I D-I-E Or unless you're a wanna be, then you're not my cup of tea Don't make me act a damn fool
s get it on mayn, let's get it on hey Let's get it on mayn, gotta get my money long Let's get it on mayn, let's get it on hey Let's get it on, I'm a hustler
uhh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck
' for you, and keep it money over bitches [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Fatal] I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you
pump They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school
on so you know I be flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I be Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin You know I'm real right So you know I
she do, with him It's all good with me Soo-oooh-ooooooooh [50 Cent] Yeah They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it I thug, do my thang, and gangsters
a hoe. You know, what you do? What you drank, you smoke, you shoot up, what ever the fuck you do. haha. That's yo thang you know. Shit, I'll supply you
, fifthteen riders [verse 1: Eightball] Who wanna ride wit the big ?Ball I?m fo? do?s, I got room enough for all of y?all If you don?t know me I?m the
, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean You all bootleggin nigga you?s a knock off, a imitation Local ass kingpin nigga wit a limitation You dont want
shades, make you party party, everybody Now this is what you gotta do (This is what you gotta do) This is a thing you must to, round up! Mr. Biggs! (
tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up You need a better show, I think you better let it go It's hardcore pimp but I got hustlin flows [Chorus
! And The V!) Like Vanessa love Kobe That's the kind of love you got to show me you know me (The E! The E! The E!) Through it all tell it all books and
money show you bout niggas That don't know you busters is gone hate Real G?s is happy for you It's Mack Dime on the grind fool it?s my time to shine Now
No sucker to the G-A in me You fail to realize sometimes that I dump on G-P Black Bossalini, King T-E-E and S-P-I Born to die, westside riding staying
