[Intro: Steve O]
If I tried to say that cocaine did everything bad for me, I'd be lyin'
Cocaine did a lot of good things for me
Tony Yayo, thanks for fuckin' all the goddamn coke, hahhaha
[Intro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Yeah man
Whatever
Niggas come over and say what's up to me
Whatever, B, I told you on the last mixtape
Don't fuckin' say what up to me, man
I don't like these niggas, man, I'm unapproachable, man
Y'all know how to get ya point across, pop one of them things, man
I don't wanna talk to you bum ass niggas
What you wan' talk about? What I can do for you?
What can you do for me? You bum ass nigga
We rich, nigga!
Yo, [?] Yayo, man
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back to the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back in the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I got Fat Cat money and Pappy Mason heart
With a pistol, I'm like Pete, man, I tear you apart
I love my niggas like rich and stack like AZ
I'm moving dope like Boy George back in 83
Member 50 was Boo Boo, pushing a Benz
18 out the pen, with some A.M.G. rims
You got [?] stone hats
Raw G was the king
And them bottom gold caps and them high riser rings
I turn 3 and half to 7 and 7 to 14
14 to an O, now I got some cream
I turn 28 to 42, 42 to 62
Now I got 80, going hard on the avenue
Turn [?] to an 8th, that's a 125
Now I'm uptown shopping, on 125
Man, rap is like wrestling, everything is fake
But it's a good pussy getter and the cash is great
Fish scale in the pot, blue ice in my watch
And the diamonds so bright, that they glo in the dark
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back to the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back in the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
[Verse 2: The Game]
I pull that Range out, bitches drop jaws
Pull that chain out, bitches drop draws, feel me?
In the hood where I hang out, niggas hop 4's
And put 22's on they 5's and 6's
Hit the Crenshaw district, who ride the sickest?
Bitch on my lap, that only fit 5 and 6's
Catwalk like Tyra, these fly ass bitches
Freak like Missy, head flat iron like dickies
Fresh white pro clubs, 24 inches
I don't know dubs, been a gang banger all my life, I don't know cuzz
I don't hang around no clubs, I just like to dro up and hop in the low rider, I'm a universal MC, yeah, a both sider
That East Coast, West Coast, lyric provider
I started off as P. Diddy's ghost writer
'Till 50 Cent certified me and Dre cosign it, G-Unit!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back to the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Way back
Back in the time
Do you remember?
I can take you back
Southside, this is the way we rhyme
[Outro: The Game]
What nigga?
Hell no, I ain't rollin' down my motherfucking window, nigga
Didn't you just come from talkin' to 50, nigga?
Didn't he tell you "fuck you"?
Well then fuck you, nigga
Fuck you want from me
My album ain't even out yet, nigga, I'm broke
Hell no!, you can't get a dollar for a bill, nigga
Bitch!
Hahaha
G-G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-Unit
