[50 Cent]:
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
yo... turn me up in the head phones just a lil´ bit
yeah..

[50 Cent][Lloyd Banks]:
There ain´t shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
(Except loyalty and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga´s kin)
For you, there ain´t a damn thing that I won´t do
I´m a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I´ma turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon´ rob a nigga ass
(For you, if we get knocked, I´ma have to take the weight
´Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain´t stayin´ upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?)
´Cause I know you´d do the same thing too... haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How could you not love a Thug like me?

{Refrain:}
Would you ride for me? (you ain´t even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don´t cry for me, just keep reppin´ Southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain´t even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don´t cry for me, just keep reppin´ Southside for me)

[50 Cent][Lloyd Banks]:
(Nigga, I´m the stem, you the crack
I´m the clip, you the gat
I´m the glock, you the mac
I´m the artist, you the trap
I´m a pen, you the pad
I´m the Dutch, you the bag
I´m the knife, you the stab
I´m the driver, you the Jag)
I´m the ice, you the bezel
I´m grimy, you ghetto
I´m the bow, you the arrow
I´m the shell, you the barrel
I´m a pimp, you a player
I´m dope, you the hustler
I´m a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler

{au Refrain}

[Tony Yayo]:
You can catch me in public housing, wit´ bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it´s top notch
And when it comes to dice, I´m seeing´ shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it´s Showtime at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flow´s like a ho that´s sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad ´cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I´m ghetto, straight from the ´hood my nigga
If there´s no toothbrush I´ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I´m a grown man, still livin´ like I´m young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I´m called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin´ on cris´, you sippin´ backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart´s in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom´s doormat... wha