[Intro:?]

"Drugs came in, and had everybody going crazy."

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Dog, man, woman, or child; whoever

They get hit in the line of fire, your fault, don't tell

The hood crazy, don't nobody out here give a fuck

Eyes hazy, tryin' to think of how to live it up

Mom raised me, cause daddy doing numbers off his hands

Coke baby, just maybe I'm supposed to be the man

Don't play me; my bail money long, I'm out the jam

Then I'm Swayze; the key to the hood in my pocket, man

Mercedes; I came a long way from the dollar van

And my lady, look like a Coca-Cola bottle, damn

You buy a bitch some heels, she'll walk over you in 'em

That's why I'm never spendin'; iconic momentum

I slut 'em out, bend 'em, lend 'em, and that's the endin'

They face turn lemon the second I rev the engine

G-Unit 'til the endin', cause I don't like pretendin'

Send' 'em far away from here, hear they bitch niggas tremblin'

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

You try to escape from some shit you can't rid

You've been under the streets, too late

Don't give a fuck about how you feel, nothing's fair

You got some your hands on some money, new hate

Nigga, it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would

He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood

Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could

It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

Trap money got me livin' like a pharaoh

Got the strap with the air-cooled barrel

Fifty grand, shooter-money in the shoe-box

My bitch'll hit you like Chiquita did Lennox

The streets feelin' like a battleground

Here come a herd of these niggas, I bet I shoot the cattle down

See life, is just like an hour glass

Haters wanna see me up north using cold craft

The fourty-four blast, but I'm hoodied out

Police cameras on the street, but who gives a fuck?

Russian AK with the strap on the shoulder

Will turn one man to about a hundred soldiers

Take this clip, die a million deaths

Gain thirty pounds, nigga, take your last breath

Six-feet deep homie, that's a ugly dirt nap

Six shooters shootin', Russian attack

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

You try to escape from some shit you can't rid

You've been under the streets, too late

Don't give a fuck about how you feel, nothing's fair

You got some your hands on some money, new hate

Nigga, it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would

He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood

Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could

It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

You see them niggas? Kill 'em, they've been poppin' shit for mad long

Shotgun to 'em, get your Donovan McNabb on

Sad song, burgundy goo all on the fag lawn

It's a man's world, and them niggas got pads on

Everywhere I go, I get the fishbowl effect

I'm like a fuckin' flat screen, couple bricks on my neck

The break is over, the break is over

I'm back, I'm takin' over, I'm takin' over; click-clack

I'll kill [?], I'm goin' end of chrome-o

Hennessy until I pass out, like Jo-Jo

You talk behind the neck, you a ho, bro

Now I'mma kill 'em softly, ride by 'em in slow-mo

I'm a real nigga, my opposition clear fam

Why should I fear man that wouldn't crush a beer car?

I came in that shit-top pick, and I still am

Reputation tougher than leather, and my wheel Lamb

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

You try to escape from some shit you can't rid

You've been under the streets, too late

Don't give a fuck about how you feel, nothing's fair

You got some your hands on some money, new hate

Nigga, it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would

He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood

Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could

It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood