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demolished
You grew up in Southside
Why niggas know you a hoe in Hollis?


[Chorus-50 Cent]
She's something like a porno star
She's something like a super
(intro)
Yo 
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
demolished
You grew up in Southside
Why niggas know you a hoe in Hollis?


[Chorus-50 Cent]
She's something like a porno star
She's something like a super
demolished
You grew up in Southside
Why niggas know you a hoe in Hollis?


[Chorus-50 Cent]
She's something like a porno star
She's something like a super
Learnin' to Love  
Lovin' to Learn  
Bear forkback by the flywheel  
Get fifty cent for the porkpie  
She's climbin' on in the sandbox  
Get
crisis

Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't
streets ain't going to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9's
Tell niggas get they money right, ‘cause I got mine
And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9's
Tell niggas get they money right, ‘cause I got mine
And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas

I conversate
definition of the word represent 

(SOUTHSIDE!) The place where I dwell so 
recog-NAS NAS NAS, that _It Ain't Hard to Tell_ 
who's the best, blessed with
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I