The Get Back (Southside In The House)

(album: V.5 - 2009)

It's that Coke nigga
That raw and uncut cut nigga
Yeah
It's a Two G Thing
Southside in the houseee
Grimey nigga on deck, more sex, more money, more sket
We on it nigga, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars
White diamonds on my neck, take it you want it nigga
Keep playing 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwing money in the air
For niggas that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares
Pink champagne and blood spill as I count my next mill
Frauds balling out with counterfeits I counter that with real
D-O-Double L-A-R, S Class chrome wheel
Why you liffing up your heel, fancy tire, smoke peel
Half of what you hear is real the other half just how they feel
How the fuck a nigga know the street and hardly play the field
They sorry baby I don't need a army just the steel
Teal Lambo peel, sweep your barbie off her tail
I'm shining in near a town near you, y'nah how I do
In a Fourteen hundred dollar shoe, powder blue
I am great, how are you
G Unit Guerilla flow straight outta the zoo ain't no way outta the crew
It's darker on the other side and death around the corner
Ain't a single soul exempt, keep my vest on with my sonar
Louie V bajama, burn all kinds of marijuana
Life's a big bitch your honor can I deal with my own karma
Keep playing 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwing money in the air
For them niggas that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares
Life is what you make it, make your money quiet, I don't diet
I just eat, get head and fall asleep
Different path same street
Pillows and buried niggas, niggas pop kiss then speak, bitches line 'em up sweet
Chickens call me cool, my niggas call me collect
I call it how I see it The Notorious Threat
Nigga I'm lapping, niggas jogging, while you blogging
Two million dollar home and you been late on your apartment, your rent I'm sparking
Moe' pissing, dirty nigga, call me "Mr. Make The Numbers Match"
Ain't nothing wrong with my arithma
Tick my shit don't tock them temper tantrums get you trampled
They won't do me in the barbershop, my barber got the blam too
Sticky weed and grand crew, tipsy in the tan coupe
You can't wear that man shoe let's put 'em back on canned food
Nutting I can't do, ain't much I haven't seen
Who want his land blew, the fuck is you nigga
Keep playing 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwing money in the air
For them niggas that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares
I have dreams about the money
You haters can't do me nothing
I got so much money
I'll erase ya'll for fronting
I have dreams about the money
Niggas can't do me nothing
I got a whole bunch of money
I'll erase ya'll for fronting