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Eminem
Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), better known by his stage name Eminem, is an American rapper, record producer, and actor. Eminem quickly gained popularity in 1999 with his major-label debut album, The Slim Shady LP, which won a Grammy Award for Best Rap Album. The following album, The Marshall Mathers LP, became the fastest-selling solo album in United States history. It brought Eminem increased popularity, including his own record label, Shady Records, and brought his group project, D12, to mainstream recognition.
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New York City
New York is the most populous city in the United States, and the center of the New York metropolitan area, which is one of the most populous metropolitan areas in the world. A leading global city, New York exerts a powerful influence over global commerce, finance, media, culture, art, fashion, research, education, and entertainment. As host of the United Nations Headquarters, it is also an important center for international affairs. The city is often referred to as New York City or the City of New York to distinguish it from the state of New York, of which it is a part.
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Queens
Queens is the largest in area, the second largest in population, and the easternmost of the five boroughs of New York City. The borough is coextensive with Queens County, an administrative division of New York state, in the United States.
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50 Cent
Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper and actor. He rose to fame with the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) and The Massacre (2005). Get Rich or Die Tryin has been certified 8 times platinum by the RIAA and has sold over 15 million copies worldwide. His album The Massacre has been certified 5 times platinum by the RIAA and has sold 11 million copies worldwide.
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50 Cent Filmography
- Vengeance (2013)
- The Tomb (2013)
- The Frozen Ground (2013)
- The Pursuit (2013)
- The Frozen Ground (2013)
- The Pursuit (2013)
- How to Make Money Selling Drugs (2012)
- Fire with Fire (2012)
- Keenan Cahill's story (2012)
- Freelancers (2012)
- Money, Power, Respect: Hip Hop Billion Dollar Industry (2012)
- Fire with Fire (2012)
- Freelancers (2012)
- Limelight (2011)
- All Things Fall Apart (2011)
- Setup (2011)
- Setup (2011)
- All Things Fall Apart (2011)
- Aruba International Film Festival (2011)
- Live Bet (2011)
- Lea - November Skies (11/11/11) (2011)
- Hot Rod: Only On... (2011)
- Blood Out (2011)
- Blood Out (2011)
- E! Buzz with Carla B (2011)
- All Things Fall Apart (2011)
- Funk Flex Full Throttle (2011)
- VH1 Divas Celebrates Soul (2011)
- The Ski Mask Way (2010)
- Caught in the Crossfire (2010)
- The Best of: BlacksInActionTV.Com (2010)
- Gun (2010)
- The Ski Mask Way (2010)
- The Dance (2010)
- Morning Glory (2010)
- The Simpsons: Celebrity Friends (2010)
- 13 (2010)
- The Best of the World Music Awards (2010)
- Gun (2010)
- Gun (2010)
- Twelve (2010)
- Caught in the Crossfire (2010)
- The Big Fat Quiz of the Year (2010)
- Jekyll and Hyde (2010)
- Rap Therapy (2009)
- 2009 American Music Awards (2009)
- Before I Self Destruct (2009)
- Unique Whips: Special Edition (2009)
- Before I Self Destruct (2009)
- MTV Video Music Awards 2009 (2009)
- Dead Man Running (2009)
- Streets of Blood (2009)
- Righteous Kill - The Investigation: An In-Depth Look at 'Righteous Kill' (2009)
- Before I Self Destruct (2009)
- Before I Self Destruct (2009)
- Total Finale Live (2008)
- Onyx: 15 Years of Videos, History & Violence (2008)
- Righteous Kill (2008)
- A Night for Vets: An MTV Concert for the Brave (2008)
- New Year's Eve with Carson Daly (2008)
- The Duchess in Hull (2008)
- MySpace Live: 50 Cent at the Hammerstein Ballroom (2007)
- Behind the Scenes: World Music Awards 2007 (2007)
- BET Awards 2007 (2007)
- Elvis: Viva Las Vegas (2007)
- Fashion Rocks (2007)
- Live! (2007)
- MTV Video Music Awards 2007 (2007)
- MTV VMA Pre Show Royale (2007)
- The 2007 World Music Awards (2007)
- The World Awaits: De La Hoya vs. Mayweather (2007)
- Zulu Rocks - Rød løber (2007)
- The Come Up (2006)
- A Portrait of an Artist: The Making of 'Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2006)
- Home of the Brave (2006)
- Lockdown, USA (2006)
- Black and Blue: Legends of the Hip-Hop Cop (2006)
- MTV Video Music Awards 2006 (2006)
- Premiya Muz-TV 2006 (2006)
- Forbes Celebrity 100: Who Made Bank? (2006)
- Stars on Trial (2005)
- The 2005 Billboard Music Awards (2005)
- MTV Video Music Awards 2005 (2005)
- MTV Movie Awards 2005 Pre-Show (2005)
- The Game: Documentary (2005)
- The Infamous Times, Volume I: The Original 50 Cent (2005)
- The MC: Why We Do It (2005)
- Letter to the President (2005)
- Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2005)
- 50 Cent: The Massacre - Special Edition (2005)
- Brain Fart (2005)
- Beef III (2005)
- BBQ Pool Party (2005)
- The Game: Documentary (2005)
- 50 Cent: The Massacre - Special Edition (2005)
- 50 Cent: Refuse 2 Die (2005)
- 50 Cent: Bulletproof - Inside the Hood (2005)
- 101 Sexiest Celebrity Bodies (2005)
- And You Don't Stop: 30 Years of Hip-Hop (2004)
- Groupie Love (2004)
- The 46th Annual Grammy Awards (2004)
- The Evolution of Eminem (2004)
- BET Source Hip Hop Awards (2004)
- Notarized: Year End Video Countdown (2004)
- Beef II (2004)
- Fuse 100% (2004)
- The Shady National Convention (2004)
- Brit Awards 2004 (2004)
- MTV Bash: Carson Daly (2003)
- Voodoo Music Experience 2003 (2003)
- 2003 MTV Movie Awards (2003)
- Fromage 2003 (2003)
- 3rd Annual BET Awards (2003)
- 50 Cent: The New Breed (2003)
- MTV Video Music Awards 2003 (2003)
- 50 Cent: The New Breed (2003)
- Boogie special: 50 Cent (2003)
- MTV Video Music Awards Opening Act (2003)
- MTV Does Miami (2003)
- Hip Hop Uncensored Vol. 5: The Greatest Shows on Earth (2003)
- Hip Hop Babylon 2 (2003)
- Beef (2003)
- 2003 Radio Music Awards (2003)
- MTV Europe Music Awards 2003 (2003)
- MTV Europe Music Awards 2002 (2002)
- AOL Sessions (2002)
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karaoke
[Intro]
I rock a nigga to sleep,
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
[repeat]
[Verse 1]
Nigga I show you my teeth all through the beef
Paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head
Shootouts in my hood like a daily routine
D's think Im involved with a nigga hit hard
So when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly
Nigga You can cross your heart and hope not to die
Come through squash the drama send niggas with llamas
They'll eat your ass up fuck being masked up
I was given the gift of life
first Sabrinas since then Ive been jammed up
and fucked with the nina
Nana raised nine kids I turned out the meanest
I mean a menace
fuck with me and your finished
[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
[repeat]
[Verse 2]
Homie I dont always pay my debts when I owe a nigga bullets
Got an arsenal of infiltry and niggas to pull it
Go head stay out on me, dump weight its nothing
I chase a nigga down, and touch him, catch him and buss him
Bitch get out the way, baby while I spray it
I wet a nigga like a hydrant on a hot summer day
But you can catch me in May riding down with the K
Better watch what you say, we get it popping today
Yeah me I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here
I have a nigga tearing off your top round here
This is a land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams
And everything a nigga want is only triple beams
southside
[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
Smile but wait until my shooters come round
With the talids and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
[repeat]
[Outro]
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
[Verse 1]
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on
I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes
[Chorus]
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'
(Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
[Eminem]
Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do
[50 Cent]
Murder them, murder them
They violate, I demonstrate
Yeah, I’ll murder them
Niggas be fronting word up
They stunting till they hurt up
That semi talk I’ll let it buck
I had these niggas running hard
I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up
I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard
Silence it’s the return of the tyrant
Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids
Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with
Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did
I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in
I give to a nigga if he want it
Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it
I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning
Hit your back with something hot out the cannon
[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
You know I ain’t got the strap on me
Holding that for me
[Verse 2]
I’m fucked up, it really doesn’t matter though
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico
Wait, niggas drop like dominos
Run for your life, puta si vámonos
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know
I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time
Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
A nigga shine like a nickel nine
I’ve been talking to the man in the mirror
Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira
It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya
It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em
Gun down on ‘em
[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
Yeah starting to feel like the old me (ha ha)
[Intro:]
Look at what they did to me, they burned me,
They turned me, into an animal, they flipped, Son they burned me,
To the first degree me,
Son they hurt me, I looked out for them motherfuckers they burned me,
I was good now I'm bad, see they done turned me, into a monster,
I can't believe they burned me, I showed them love they showed me hate,
they burned me, now I'm heartless, your pain don't concern me.
[Verse 1:]
I got so many enemies, so many memories,
So many flashbacks, we used to be friends,
Sugar turned to shit, people just change,
They keep pushing a nigga to that hammer go BANG,
You violate, I will let that motherfucker rang,
Feels like, money came and more money came, and
Niggas start foaming out the mouth growin fangs,
Now, when did I become the savior of the hood,
Look homie, u don't know me, I wouldn't save you if I could,
I sacrifice for suckas and they change me, I'm angry
They selfish, all they want is what they want so they blame me, (WOW)
Like it's all my fault they ain't caked up,
You a grown ass man, Damn when you gon wake up,
Turn 7 to 14, 14 to 28, I owned a 62, Nigga get up your weight,
Learn how to dump the Jake, stack the paper then you straight.
[Chorus:]
I tried to help a nigga eat, Man it's hard out on the street,
Cuz I'm kind they think I'm weak (they burn me)
They see the way I grind, and they like the way I shine,
They want paper like mine (They burn me)
Man they be on some shit when they tryin to hit a lick,
Man a motherfucker flip, (So they burn me)
You think they won't trip cuz you helped them from the rip,
They ain't loyal to shit.
[Verse 2:]
She called the cops on me cuz I don't love her like I used to,
Tried to fix what was wrong, Gets it hurts cuz I'm gone,
My son, he loves me but she tryin to poison his mind,
Actin like everything they got ain't come from my grind,
I said a prayer for her like, "God please change her heart,
All this hatred at one time is tearing me apart"
Man I ain't lookin for trouble, I'm lookin for blessings,
But ever since the money came, Me I've been stressing,
Got my ass kicked for being kind, I can't trust nobody,
The closer they get to me, the more they take from me,
Man, I'm givin all I got to give, I'm tryin to live,
They look at me, their eyes got dollar signs, they want the kid...
To give it all up, fall apart, break down, I ain't got much left, what they wanna take now,
My life, I got so much more to offer, I'ma make them watch me be number one till I'm done, YEAH
[Chorus]
I tried to help a nigga eat, Man it's hard out on the street,
Cuz I'm kind they think I'm weak (they burn me)
They see the way I grind, and they like the way I shine,
They want paper like mine (They burn me)
Man they be on some shit when they tryin to hit a lick,
Man a motherfucker flip, (So they burn me)
You think they won't trip cuz you helped them from the rip,
They ain't loyal to shit.
[Bridge:]
They burn me all the way down,
Betray me just because I'm down,
I don't know what to do now,
Me, my loyalty is what I'm bout. (Haha)
(They burn me) over and over and over, like they doin what they supposed to,
(They burn me) Goddamn look at how they do me, Somebody new tryin to sue me.
(So they burn me)....
[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
[Verse 1]
I make so many mistakes, so many corrections
I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections
But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it
So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it
I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line
Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time
My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes
Now you seen the dope fiend lean
And you seen the pimp pimp hoes
The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro
Like there's no tomorrow
Hit that pass that, that's the motto
You know jail's like vacation for my friends
They go away, come home and do the same shit again
You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck
They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck
[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
[Verse 2]
I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye
Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die
First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up
And the coke price too when the Ds make a bust
It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and
Everything you worked for, they come to take it all
Man it's like they don't know what they taking
Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon
When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it
Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music
Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me
I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic
Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused
Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
Lord forgive me I'm regressing again
Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins
[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning
[Intro]
You see a nigga soft, my first instinct is to lean on
A weak nigga eatin’ in my hood, niggas’ll put a beam on ‘em
These niggas ain't supposed to be eatin’ yo
This sweet is sweet an’ low, I’ll have ‘em like shit was all good just a week ago
[Verse 1]
Let Drake get you niggas in the mood for love
I’m back to get you in the mood for the snub and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma
Crack come to cooking up that, boy I’m a chemist
Fuck pill poppin, a strap I pop that
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a nice gimmick going, you’ve been hot a few summers
But I got the type of flow that’ll stop World hunger
SK, I got nothing but energy
Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the remedy
Hi again in case a hater don’t remember me
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you won’t be enough, you gotta finish me or it’s Ruger time
The SR9 fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked, gotta learn to duck, wassup
[Hook x2]
Don’t make me (don’t, d-d-don’t)
Don’t make me (do it)
Don’t make me (you know I do it)
Show you whats up
Don’t make me fuck you up
[Verse 2]
Listen any bitch on the milk box ain't missin’
I mean some of these hoes running round with Pippen
I’m writing reality it sounds harsh
Shyne (Sean?) try to get at me he sounds washed
I ain't even fire back the shits washed
What kind of shit is that, this only happens in rap
These niggas so fake, it make my skin crawl
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the wall
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin, cream linen
Bulges from the Benjamin’s in ‘em
Tom Ford, oh Lord, if I ain't know better I think a nigga push raw
It feels like it’s never gon stop
A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top
(Forever ever) Forever in the drop
Cant til I got it on lock
Bitch
[Hook]
[Intro]
Nigga I ain't fucking around,
SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!
[Verse 1]
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig?
I go to war with one nine
I work, you see mine,
But I ain't never ever gonna say I did it,
In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks
You stuntin' on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot
Your neck got your chain on it
Bullet got your name on it,
I'm serious, sometimes it seems like I'm playin'
Dump a shell case in your face, The D's got 40?.
They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case
I know some niggas, some snitches
I know some bitches who's scared
I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared
We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch
Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I'ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether
[Chorus: x2]
All we do is get that grain,
And my niggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I'm talking 'bout the Unit gang.
[Verse 2]
Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue
Niggas'll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren't you
Nigga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof,
You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you
This aint tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood
Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should!
When the bullshit start I'mma find a spot
Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases'll drop
Man, you niggas don't know me, you know my government name
Go 'head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang
Got a big reputation, there's something wrong with my brain
Nigga front, I'mma squeeze it, go 'head stunt, I'm squeeze it
[Chorus: x2]
[Outro]
Yeah! Back on my shit, man!
I don't give a fuck about fitting in
You niggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan' get dirty with me?
We gon' see if you all you niggas done with soft?
All y'all get with the shit man
This the shit man
All the real niggas feel it!
Rest of you RnB ass niggas
Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga
Fuck It!
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
SMS Audio, Sleek By 50
R.I.P NATE DOGG
Nigga this is ground hog day
Back to buying toasters
I'm I'll, no Doc, no diagnosis
No cure, I smell fear
[Verse 1:]
Nigga my eyes don't cry, my heart so cold
Let's play, let's make a deal nigga, sell me your soul
Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums
Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my ones
Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer
Top biller, point blank, I'm that nigga
Barrell smokin', fiend smokin', rims pokin'
Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open
Inhale, exhale, feel a different high
Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly
Presidential time, nigga watch the Rolie shine
No need for pens and paper, this is, what's on my mind
[Chorus:]
I don't suggest you play boy
I don't think you should fuck with me
I'll shoot right away boy
Find out when you run up on me
I'm riding with that K boy
I put that on my dead homies
I spray it right away boy
Find out when you run up on me
[Verse 2:]
When niggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience
Go 'head play boy, I bang that thing at you like Bronson
I feel for you niggas I'm back now
I told you pussy niggas '03 I don't back down
Me still a rookie, nah, I'm more like veteran
I bet ya ipod is full of niggas I'm better than
Magician I make grams turn to cash, kush turn in to ash
Heads turn into ass, I'm the bum nigga of the class
That's me in a nutshell, run tell I did it
Interrogation hours go on, I won't admit it
Got cash coming out of my ass, I'm so compelling
These niggas act hard till you hit 'em, they start tellin'
[Chorus:]
I don't suggest you play boy
I don't think you should fuck with me
I'll shoot right away boy
Find out when you run up on me
I'm riding with that K boy
I put that on my dead homies
I spray it right away boy
Find out when you run up on me
[Intro: Havoc (50 Cent)]
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)
[50 Cent:]
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it
[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!Uh
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
Where there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them they're bigger
Cross us, you're on somethin' we bare niggaz
Yeah nigga hair trigga teflon chest gone G's up
Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin' more than ever
Dead smack in the hood good pokin' out my leather
I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
'Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
Push the rock to the smokers, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci Loafers
Stuntin' in Testerossas, stylin' in front of vultures
Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
After the shows they blow us, and do all type of shit fo' us
Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be
Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys
We move from bundles to D sippin' on Hennessy
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, aw that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple X, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, I'm tight my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin' fo'
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm out on bond but the forty still on me
Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin' dice and I'm sick of this shit
Clientele still poppin' so the junkies keep comin
And my neighbors is watchin' but we still gettin' money
On this block 'till the sun drop I don't have a home
I will not stop, sellin' rocks, thug 'till I'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes body full of tatooes
'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[50 Cent]
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot
You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don't pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood sayin '50's Grimy'
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When it's time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say 'Papi I feel it in my Belly'
Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing I'm sayin is 'Nigga what da deally'
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't like none of y'all
Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed
[Chorus x2]
You ain't no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain't a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't trust ya
[Verse 1 - Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!! (repeat)
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! (repeat)
[50 Cent talking]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me?
I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit
I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent talks till end]
[Intro]
Yeah
Im fuckin with this..
Its that classic shit..
That gangster shit..
Yeah..
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
[Verse]
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z
Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggaz get they try n play me
But I move around with a lil 3.80
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do
I see the world different through my dialated pupils
If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher
Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
Man ima just keep doin' what I do..
Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
[Verse]
What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith
And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def
I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back
Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz
Shit I get that child support up with no problem
If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York
What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know
You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth"
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
Haha..
[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don't care (What, what, what)
It's going down (What)
'Cause I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit them they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)
[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]
[Bridge]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge (4x)]
(Lil Kim Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'ma help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
(50 Cent Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
50 Cent Verse
Tonights the night shawty, you'll never forget this
I dim the lights, I get it right I'm like a pimp
Sit right down on the bed, I'll make the clothes disappear quick
I see through her shield, her pearl look pretty clear kid
I'm turned on, I really want to hit
Kiss her neck and nibble, until I way down by her waist kid
Man she's a freak, I'm a freak, I be freakin' off
When she come in with her friends, I'm like take it off
I got a fetish for the cheddar, yeah I'm rich bitch
That don't mean I'm running round buying chicks shit
You see the chrome out, been shining on my new 6
My pinky ring, my neck and my ears and my wrist lick
I like the ice, I'm pretty nice on the dice trips
Twice in row, you know, I got to get the dough
My confidence is high, I know I can hit a lik
My G's pretty good, I know I can get the bitch
(Lil Kim Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'ma help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
(50 Cent Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
Lil Kim Verse
I'll be your wife, I'll be your girl, I'll be your mistress
But if you ain't spending that dough, you gettin' dismissed
That means you got to me leased like a seamstress
You can't expect nothing less from the Queen, Bitch!
My doggy style make you want to jump on that
Just like a dog on the chase for the kitty-cat
Now he's a freak, I'm a freak, I be freakin' off
He pour the honey on me, then he eat it off
I take his breathe away, Kim leave him speechless
I'm so wet, I have a nigga feelin' sea sick
He in the streets all day, but it's alright
Cause he be back tonight, and then the next night
And then the next night, because the sex tight
I'll be his Advil, I got to keep his head right
He outta town and he feening for me every night
He so addicted, sending for me on the next flight
(Lil Kim Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
(50 Cent Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
(Lil Kim Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this
Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list
When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey
(50 Cent Hook)
You know you want me, you probably want to lick this
Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this
I'm busy man, I be handling my business
But we can get our freak on on some quick shit
(feat. Flipmode Squad)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga
We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker
Blowing niggas tops, what?
Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga
Check it, let me talk, check it, check it
[Busta Rhymes]
There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement
And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement
You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga
And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga
A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched
Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks
Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire
We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires
[Rampage]
Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi
Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki
Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky
I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey
Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed
Smack you in your face with my chain
Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein
Everybody in the industry know my squad's name
[Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin
You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin
So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin
Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin
[50 Cent]
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime
I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin
You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin
You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin
[Baby Sham]
I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin
You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin
Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill
But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil
Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal
Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[50 Cent]
Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her
Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol' two step
Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out
[Chorus 2 - repeat 2x]
[50 Cent]
Ah ha!
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
[Verse]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like 'Fitty, you so witty'
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn
[Chorus 2X]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse]
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Ad-libing to the end]
"Touch The Sky"
(feat. Tony Yayo)
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this you knew this i told you pussy
Ur fate ur death date ill fucking come for u pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
I get low they say i go like a pro
Its a rap when im doseing
You smoked like a roach
U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
Im the last of my breed
No henny no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that bentley
Im nos and im bras
See im there and im gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when im right im right
And when im wrong im right
Ill hit your ass up right
Nigga its nighty night
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 2: TONY YAYO]
Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
Ill cut your body man
Beat the case i lied on a polygram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
Im your top eight nigga
Drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an r&b; bitch
Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
Im the teflon don boy i get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[Intro]
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)
Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin'! (yeah)
[Bridge: Eminem]
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!
So watch what you say, 'fore you call our name
Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!
[Verse Four: Eminem]
Whoa, here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit
Sooner or later you little haters
Are too jealous of us to love us
You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
50 percent of it's 50 cent
The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is
But if you even considerin' taking our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cause then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates to some other shit
Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to
"Stomping in my Air Force Ones"
But you won't be able to tell
If it's two pairs or it's one
It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you
You'd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me
Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
Mixed with a little bit of the {*Eminem vocal scratch*}
Wit a pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy
[Chorus: Eminem]
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We the label fa' sho!
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cause we gon' fuck around and steal your paper
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We gon' kill your label fa' sho!
[Eminem]
Shady in the place to be see
And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!
Still watch what you say to me punk
Cause I'm off probation in less than six months {*gun cocked*}
[Outro]
Haha, Shady Records
Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't
Hear you motherfuckers talkin'!
Cause we do and we see y'all
We just gon' sit back for a minute
While I see what the FUCK y'all do
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[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?
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
[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
(feat. Eminem, Notorious B.I.G.)
[Intro]
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass 'catch me if you can'
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)
Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin'! (yeah)
[Bridge: Eminem]
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!
So watch what you say, 'fore you call our name
Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!
[Verse Four: Eminem]
Whoa, here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit
Sooner or later you little haters
Are too jealous of us to love us
You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
50 percent of it's 50 cent
The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is
But if you even considerin' taking our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cause then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates to some other shit
Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to
'Stomping in my Air Force Ones'
But you won't be able to tell
If it's two pairs or it's one
It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you
You'd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me
Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
Mixed with a little bit of the [Eminem vocal scratch]
Wit a pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy
[Chorus: Eminem]
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We the label fa' sho!
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cause we gon' fuck around and steal your paper
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We gon' kill your label fa' sho!
[Eminem]
Shady in the place to be see
And I got what it takes to +Roc The Mic+ right!
Still watch what you say to me punk
Cause I'm off probation in less than six months [gun cocked]
[Outro]
Haha, Shady Records
Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't
Hear you motherfuckers talkin'!
Cause we do and we see y'all
We just gon' sit back for a minute
While I see what the FUCK y'all do
(feat. Nas, Nature)
[Intro: DJ scratching]
'Niggas bit off Nas shit' - [Ghostface Killah]
'Admit it, you bit it' - [G. Dep]
'Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit' -
[Ghostface Killah]
'Admit if, you bit it, bit it' - [G. Dep]
[Repeat]
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]
[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.
[Chorus - Last line cut off]
'Niggas bit off Nas' - Ghostface Killah
'Admit it, you bit it' - G. Dep
'Tell these niggas somethin' God' - Ghostface Killah
[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
[Intro - Once]
[Chorus]
[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Spider Loc (Verse)]
All money aint good money, this i know
But i still love hood money, i gets my dough
And as a youngster, that nigga went through so much church
That still turned out f***ed up, i did so much dirt
Told to bang the neighbourhood, i put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasnt done on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullsh** jus runnin' the streets
Without some type of beef, the week wasnt complete
Its like a nigga felt better after dumpin this heat
On feet, just to see the body slumped in the seat
Its like a whole 'nother rush to me, bussin' was sweet
Now im smarter, im all about something to eat
Im on the road spend 30 days a month in the suite
But im still gon' hustle and cheat, Lets Go Now!
[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Lloyd Banks(Verse)]
Yeah, uh..
Now walkin down the block without your weapon
Its a first class ticket to a lesson (uh huh)
I first cast tickets to perfection, me and Ben got a connection (yeah)
Thats why i bring the Benz out to impress him (yeah)
Caught in my zone, all alone, homes rattlin' my bones
Cuz he yappin' off his lips and if i hit him i be wrong
Cuz he aint never gon' be sh**, i done work so hard
But i will make you a corn of the cob, you be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggaz would pull your cards
I dont know about y'all star, cuz my nigga gone
H.P tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your llama
There'll be funeral arrangements for your momma
I learnd that when i was in pajamas watchin Micheal and Madonna
Now i got the appetite of a piranna, nigga
[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Spider Loc (Verse)]
Haha.. Haha
When nobody knows all the walls you go through
You cant even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these people'll go to, for drugs
Damn tell me, is this what that dough do?
Thats when you find yourself talkin to ??road dudes??
Theres not to many people who ever can walk in Loc shoes
Its good as hell that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
Im clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that crushed weed sparks to brang
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when i pulled up and parked the range
Ya damn right i got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the harder aim
You aint really got the heart to bang
You aint start to hang, till you find out our cards are changed..
[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
YO THERE Y'ALL GO...
DIS A FUKIN HOT TUNE I DONT CARE WTF DA HATERZ/GAYME DIKRYDERZ SAY..
50 KILLIN IT WID DIS SOUNDTRAK.... 6 HOT TUNES SO FAR.. ALL FYA
I dont know officer
Talk about me
You already know
Window shopper
Hustler's ambition
Things change
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this you knew this i told you pussy
Ur fate ur death date ill f**king come for u pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
I get low they say i go like a pro
Its a rap when im doseing
You smoked like a roach
U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
Im the last of my breed
No henny no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that bentley
Im nos and im bras
See im there and im gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when im right im right
And when im wrong im right
Ill hit your ass up right
Nigga its nighty night
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 2: TONY YAYO]
Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
Ill cut your body man
Beat the case i lied on a polygram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
Im your top eight nigga
Drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
Same house and still f**k the same broads
Dreams of f**king an r&b; bitch
Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
Im the teflon don boy i get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
-somebody talkin-
Yo,Red Spider...
Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready?
Lemme know,holla
-Tupac-
It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future
-50 Cent-
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac
-Tupac-
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
-Snoop-
Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Bring that muthafuckin beat back man
-Tupac-
It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future
-50 Cent-
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac
-Tupac-
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin
I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin'
Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin'
Please god can you understand me,bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight
-50 Cent- (=Tupac)
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see
-50 Cent-
This is a cry for mercy,I promise
My success would be the death of you
Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you
Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you
If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true
Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac
You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (nowww)
You sea-so crip,you cant take the pressure,you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me,and chills,run up ya spine
GOD made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine
And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace
I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis
I'ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream
Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own
FUCK THE SOURCE,I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE
-50 Cent- (=Tupac)
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see
yo, ya know what i want?
i want the beat to drop in right, like...now
niggas be thinkin im crazy right? (yeah, you are crazy)
i aint crazy (you are crazy)
atleast i dont think im crazy, i think my shit is hott,
i think im hott (you hott but you crazy)
why they want..i dunno
its the money that makes shit get ugly
its the money that make these hoes love me
its the money that make niggas wanna slug me
man i thought the money would make it all lovely
yo i actually write what i do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what i say
when i die my auto be worth as much as picasso
dont cry for me smile for me
an' if you see dem niggas who wet me, wow for me
remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed,
an all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
let my tombstone read "i tried"
an from the start everything i wrote was from my heart
so its always gon be number 1 on my chart
i get sensitive wit my shit, dont fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds like im playin' but im sayin' this shit is real
it aint a game
(chorus)
they say the good die young
i guess these grimy niggas live a long time
sit in fancy whips, sip champagne, an' shine
keep your eyes on yours while i keep my eyes on mine
(repeat)
(end chorus)
first it happened to stretch, then to pac and big
im convinced it could happen to anybody here
so i get vest-ed up when i get dressed up
an' the hood is messed up,
niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
if its Don that u drinkin, fill up my cup
if u gossipin' about me, shut the fuck up
why dont niggas act like they hard? when they know they but.
when gettin' robbed aint a good time to press your luck
dude listen, if you move, ima hurt you
you'll get your time to shine later, paitence is a virture
right now, what you need to do is gimme the cash
forget about your boss bein' mad, just save your ass
be a good boy, now go an' get your stash
i see you throwin next to the garbage can like it was trash
ight run along before i shoot your ass
i hate to do this to you, bt i really need this cash
(chorus)
i know we all gonna go, but i hate to go fast,
then again i dont think it'd be fun to stick around an' go last
man listen if you really really like this shit,
nigga call steve stout (?) and ill write your shit
call him now before i drop
for real cuz after i drop
im gonna be chargin y'all niggas like 40 a pop
to each his own
me? i'd get it while it was cheap
typical mentality, i know. straight from the street
1999's the year of the predator
killin' to eat
niggas will treat you like an egg when you come to cop with your beat
gimme your dough, oh your wore your jewels? what a treat.
your a generous guy, take 'em off or die
man, we hurtin round here, aint nobody slingin pie,
look around, aint nobody 'round here fly
why you around here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
kiss your ass goodbye
(chorus 2x)
[Verse 1:]
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch?
you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, 'yo whattup'
you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
[Chorus]
You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)
[Verse 2:]
You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like 'Fifty don't play Son'
'yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga...'
max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
the things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
down goes the window....out goes the heat
I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit
that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
since '86 my whole clique pop Criss.
[Chorus]
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the fuck you know about that?
Uh Uh Uh Uh yall know how we do diz......
ya ya ya uh
(Verse 1)
aight i see starbuckz,
and i see you,
you look like coffee,
you hot and black,
i almost had an asthma attack,
so y don't we roll,
and we can do it in da back,
of my car,
we won't go dat far....
i'm tired of ryming anyone wanna go get some coffee?
[g-unit sayz "aight"]
[Intro]
Yeah! Ha Ha!
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 4]
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 5]
That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I tought him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
(feat. G-Unit)
[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]
[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
[50 Cent]
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis
[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
[Lloyd Banks]
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya
[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
[Tony Yayo]
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back
I'm so so serious (Oh)
[Serious mannn}
[Oh so serious] [ohh]
[I-I got it, I-I get it]
Chrous
Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray my lord my soul to keep
If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
Its 50, i'm so real you ain't seen nothin' realer,
Ice crack dealer, i click clack for the scrilla
I'm heartless something like a cold blooded killer,
I'm filthy, dirty with the money my nigga
I done ran through more cars then your rolls royce dealer,
I put that on my god-daughter i love you Jarmilla
New bentley or not, match the chincilla
Sean don spiller, matching 4-wheeler
I'm big in new york i move like godzilla
Go-rilla you are not deep nigga
Grave-digger, ask Puffy and Jigga
Made nigga, my pockets get bigger and bigger
You got no choice but to feel a nigga when i spit that shit
I figure, it will only bring mo' bread, you fuck around
i get down and go upside yo' head
Chrous
Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray my lord my soul to keep
If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray the lord forgive me for holding heat
If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake
50 Speaking
[Ohhh, I just got back from the UK, a little jet-lagged from the flight
but when i'm out there they say "50, 50 your my favourite, we love you 50...your massive...mash it tup" There is not competetion, no, NO...theres no competetion, you have to be kidding, i'm can't believe it i'm ? Its 50, Yeahhh]
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I SOUND CRAZY
SHE ANIT THE SAME GIRL SHE WAS WHEN SHE WAS SIXTEEN
SHE WANT THE BELLY TOP SHE WANT HER BREST REDOND SHE
NOT SEXY WHAT BUT SHE LIKE TO FUCK SHE GIVE HEAD NOW
SHE DONE BEEN THROW MY HOLE BLOCK SHE DIG DEEP THO
SHE SWOLO YO HOLE COCE
THE BITCH IS A PRO
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown *****s
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T; around, I can still make blow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]
[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit 'This is When Thugs Cry'
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause *****s will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]
[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
Yo, niggas be askin me 'yo 50 who you got beef wit?'
I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
[Tony Yayo]
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta
heavy pistol sales for living
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
see me in a black lex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
So I'm gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
and plus we on the road to the riches
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You can say what you want about me
As long as you don't get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking shit to me played out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
[Lloyd Banks]
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
I'd rather put shoes on the car
A pool in the yard
You don't really wanna fool with the god
Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
Tryin to be cool
Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from watching Brucie B
Look, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends
Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
I'm all about the chips
I done took them trips
22's on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a lame
He want pussy I'm bout my money man
Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50
Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
I tell you 'take it off' no hesitaaaaaation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents
My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin'
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason
Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
[50 Cent]
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three
In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
On the track ready to choose, like 'Daddy we want you'
My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
That's how we get down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
[50 Cent]
In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
You should here they be sayin' man '50 be flippin''
'Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin''
I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked
It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
the pump, you can have it how you want
But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)
Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
That's how we get down
[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
[Verse 1]
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm alive man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga
[Verse 2]
New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen
[Chorus (2x)]
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
[Chorus (2x)]
[50 Cent]
Yeah, Shady, Haha
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!!!
Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire cuz Shady said so...
I'm on fire!!
[Eminem]
Everybody's in a rush tryna get to the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone
But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail and livin wreckless
But if you go check my belt
You may see something else I used to protect myself
A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells
And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
But this muthafucka Ja must've lost his mind
That X, got him thinkin he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Jus keep singin the same song recycled
We'd all much rather get along and fight you
Me and Hailie danced to your songs, we like you
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth
C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you
I hurt your pride dog and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you
Killin you fasta than you poppin pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on
But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants ta
So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk?
When I walked up to you like, "Ja what up, dog?"
How come you didn't say you had a problem then?
When you was standin there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then
I'm a grown man dog come holla
All you did was slapdance, smile and swallow another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be
Chorus x2:
[50 Cent]
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it with me
You talk and soon ya go'n see
You don't wanna bump heads with me
[Tony Yayo]
You couldn't son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you
Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you
Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol
I clap at your ass with this chrome 38
And put six thru your hats of 7 and 3/8s
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, (???)
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike
You know and I know who took ya chain
You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid
I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail
You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Siegel, bitch
(Chorus x2)
[Lloyd Banks]
Fuck that I'm miles away
And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin 'em out ya man
Tellin New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was raised doin chocolate out tha game and
They see me pop a boy for an icey cuz I could
Shootin guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood
Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song
Now you want it wit us, half your artists got to make a point
Every magazine I own your on your knees takin prayer pictures
And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches
You don't know nuttin about what pain is sucka
I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muthafucka
(Chorus x2)
[Talking]
Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga
[Verse 1]
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns
And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds
I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones
Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit
Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit
It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash
Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass
Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past
If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash
This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last
Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash
Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass
I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast
The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash)
[Verse 2]
Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots
I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops
I'm 'Livin Off Xperience' like Lox, I'm hot
Check what I got, shorty got knocked
Comin' up out the capsule spot
On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops
So my man got shot
In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block
I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass
Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast
Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast
The kid who had it done was a crude fella
Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
We ain't know them, but now we know better
Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta
He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back
Believe that, now niggas know that he's back
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it
Parents warn their kids, about people like me
I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter
Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo)
50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens
Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it
I check and correct it, flow perfected
I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it
If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast
Respect a nigga cash
My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
Fuck the police, handle beef on the street
On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's
If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him
Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit, but they ain't hit me
Word in the hood is 50, shifty
Niggas they don't want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your ass alive
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down
(Yeah I'm breakin' it down)
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin' it down
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
It's not my fault
It's not fault (I'm hot man!)
It's not my fault
It's not my fault
Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin' it in come on we gettin' it in
A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin
It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show
You gimme a little baby and I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said that I like it raaaw!
Exotic her body been movin' on the flo'
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
Ya got a man now keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few s*tacks me and you can blow
We get into the hotel after the show
I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer, yeah
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain I don't play no games
I'm hustlin' hard homie I do my thang
You f**k wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We can take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord the s*hit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty shorty now you should know
Girl ya body's callin' me hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)
You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell ya, you know I wanna f**k ya
I'm feelin' your ---- ya better watch me now
My tongue'll be in ya mouth my hands'll be in ya blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have ya I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl come to me now, I said come to me now
[Eminem]
Come to me now? You gon' come to me now?
Apple in ya mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
Twenty minutes or less, wit' my Hannibal mask
And when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I know I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do'
You makin' me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl you pitiful, chill
We gon' f**k, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin' in to my creep show
And let me shit on ya chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?
[Intro]
I just wanna tell you you're special..
You know i meet a lot of beautiful women..
But you.. You make me feel good..
So Good..
It's hard to describe you ya know..
It's everything about you i mean.. damn!
You make me feel good..!!
[Chorus]
When i'm gone girl i miss you, when i'm at home i get with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me i'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
She likes you, like i like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 1]
Its more than your body baby damn its your brain
You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne
and make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne
Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane
I guess that's the price the lil nigga pays for fame
But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle
I had to be sexual, I wanna get next to you,
I may be get in to you, that's what finna do
Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth
My fourplay better then ok, no dought
We got our own thing, see you are my bitch
Just don't ask question about Ciara and shit
You saw the video, you heard the radio
They said its me and C, you want it to be you and me
That was jus a rumor, come and gimme kisses
Then clean this place up, go on and wash the dishes
[Chorus]
When i'm gone girl i miss you, when i'm at home i get with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me i'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
She likes you, like i like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
Say some fly shit and ima black your f**kin eye
Fab said your pussy and made him better
So assumin you a hustla and you get that chedda
Go suck it like superhead, deep throat that super dick
Then come back with big bread, see you's a trooper kid
T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think
Im by the bar now bitch buy me a drink
Go on and wipe me down, I bet you like me now
Mo then you eva did this is real shit (Ay Bay Bay)
This is why Im hot, yea this is why Im hot
We can party like a rockstar nonstop
Here's what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy
She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz
I thought you changed girl, but you the same girl
Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds
[Chorus]
When i'm gone girl i miss you, when i'm at home i get with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me i'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
She likes you, like i like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
I only need your love part time.. be my part time loverr..
ya know..
Some men require love from 9 to 5..
I require love from 12 to 4..
12 at night to 4 in the morning.. and then we leave the hotel..
Its short stay baby..
Its 50..
Im fellin to move to Atlanta man..
Pack my bags.. Take my solders wit me..
You know Ima feel like hip hop is seen down dere..
Oh because I run New York.. I told you..
[Yea
Shady..........
Aftermath
I guess you didn't kno'
I'd b back fo mo'
Everbody's on da flo'
Goin, Goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off
Verse 1
Sick wit it, walk wit it, get wit it whaaa
In da club I get it goin, goin, uhhhh
Juss move it to da music, it's on
Da sound of 50 and D.R.E.
Everythings calculated in time precise
Neva move, anotha mill, let's get rite aiight
Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
I'm feelin lucky enuff to bet it all on a dice
Shorty do wachu wanna do, hit da dance floor
Move how you wanna move, later on, we can cruise
if you wanna cruise, it's whateva you want
The fact is I got water and I flow
Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off
Verse 2
System bumpin, dance floor jumpin
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin
Dat's wachu get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, V.I.P. no I.D.
Bottles of D.P., I do it real B.I.G.
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take em to extacy without extacy
I'mma cheff, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, drums and the notes
Can you feel it, Em said fo me to make you feel it
Remind you dat you rockin wit the realest
Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off
Verse 3
I'm hot boiy, I'm burnin up
I do muh thang in da club wit da burna tucked
Till da speakers all blown, we gon turn it up
And do da damn thang, n do that man
Shorey hit me higher, then hit me low
Get da poppin n shakin dat thang on da flo'
A lil dose of it, now I want sum mo'
Nobody threw that thang on me like dat befo'
I'll be a fiend fo it, it's da way you move
But I ain't payin fo it, cuz I ain't no fool
If you okay wit it, tonight I stay wit it
Hit da tally, play wit it, in a major did it
Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off]
[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then it's on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'
They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
Hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
(feat. Eminem)
[50 Cent talking]
Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...
I.. I owe you for this one
[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall off your so wrong
[50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head
Like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin political passengers from 9-11 (yea)
The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I aint even got to try to shine
God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
I got scribtures in my brain
I can spit at your thang
Straight out the good book
Look niggaz is shook
50 fear no man warrior
Swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand
Write lines knowin' THE SOURCE will quote it
When I die they'll read this
And say a genius wrote it
I grew up witout my Pops
Shit that make me bitter
I caught cases and got out
Does that make me a quitter
In this white mans world
I'm simmilar to a squirral
Lookin for a slut
Wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone
Will stop ringing again
These industry niggaz ain't friends
They know how to pretend
[Chorus (2x)]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
Fall off your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
[Eminem]
Youve been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
Debatin weither or not
You can even weather the storm
When she lay on the table
They operating to save you
It's like a Angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
But they ain't crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit
Spray umh 50 [gun shots]
A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem
You stayin wit me
Don't let me lose you
I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let lose wit this uzi
And just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message
Am I gettin through to you
You know it's comin
You motherfuckers dont even kno do you
Take some BIG and some PAC
And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a lil 'BIG L' on top
What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers
Tied up in a knot
The Juggernaughts of this rap shit
Like it or not it's like a fight to the top
Just to see who die for the spot
You put your life in this
Nothin like survivng a shot
Y'all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get alot
Shady Records was 80 seconds
Away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
Your now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50!
[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall off your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
It's the Gun Squad here
And you hear the shots go off
(It's 50, They say It's 50)
You see a nigga laid out
Wit his fuckin top blown off
(It's 50, Man that was'nt 50)
They don't holla my name
[50 Cent]
You should'nt throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouf
Cause I'll break your face
Have you ass runnin
Mumbling to the J
Your going against me dogg
You makin a mistake
I split yo lip
You lookin like them
Michael JackSon Jackets
Wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat
You can call me Skipper
The way I turn the money over
You should call me Flipper
Your Bitch a regular Bitch
Your callin her Wifey
I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin' her Icey
I'm down to sell records
But not my soul
Snoop said this in '94
'We don't love them ho's'
I got pennies for my thoughts
Now I'm rich
See the 20's spinnin'
Lookin mean on the 6
Nigga's wearin flags
Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes
Motherfucka'
[Chorus (2x)]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
Fall off your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x)
I don’t know what u heard about me
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can’t see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Verse1)
Now shorty she in da club, she’s dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She’s feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cuz I’m from New York
I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head
I’m that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread
I could care less how she perform while she in the bed
Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid
Look baby this is simple u cant see, u fucking me u fucking with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 2)
I’m by my money u see, girl u can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what u see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair bitch I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you need some one, I’m the one u should call
Ill be there to pick u up if ever u should fall
If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small
That other nigga u be with aint about shit
I’m your friend, your father, your confidant, BITCH
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 3)
Shorty I told u fools before, I stay with the twos
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused
She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this ho, you could have her when I’m done I aint gonna keep her
Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know
They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low
Bitch tutor me how u strippin in the street
Put my other hoes down u get your ass beat
Now lick my bottom bitch, u always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch
Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6
Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch
Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick
(Chorus 2x)
Yea, In Hollywood they say there’s no business like show business
In the hood they say there’s no business like ho business
U know
See I talk a little fast, but if u listen real fast
I aint gotta slow down for u 2 catch up BITCH
Hahaha, Yea
Yo yo yo...what up everybody this is fiddy' cent comin to ya here from TRL-total request live.
[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker
[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come
[8 Shots]
[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Sunnny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psyic says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
[Verse Two]
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one (one)
[Hook]
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Tech
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
24. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
[50 Cent]
AOWWWW~! It hurts...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!
D's tryin to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait~! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin [censored] got it in fo' me
[censored] they wanna [censored] me up
[censored] me find my burner and [censored] me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon' [censored]
Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And this [censored] screamin [censored] down
[Chorus]
Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem
[50 Cent]
They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
So they don't know what to say to the [censored]
But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
[Chorus]
(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker
[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come
[9 Shots]
[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some dumb bitch, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Homie shot me three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
If a bitch don't like me
Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now?
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin'
they supposed to love me now baby
I'm doin' it now baby
hahahaha
[Chorus]
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while
Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul
[Verse One]
Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright
Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons
talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope
you got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit
There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain
buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain't play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' 'I know that nigga, he rich'
she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a '98 328 with chrome BB's
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it
know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom 'till I earl
take 'em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have 'em thinkin' they mine
bust off then tell 'em 'Bust a Uey, on mo' time'
I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here
c'mon... uh huh... c'mon
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...
Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us...
aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit...
c'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'...
we wasn't serious and shit...
New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent..
Are you ready?
[Gun click]
I said are you ready?
See you wit me nigga?
DROP DEAD.
[mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
"G UNIT"
"Somthin new"
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
and Niggaz know, I be on the low
but I miss my dawg
and I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your door
What up 50?
Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop
so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid
Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid
Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo"
Country came around, hes into clappin
country left, same shit started happening
Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again..
"naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga,
yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!"
(damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood)
you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good
sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
so, I take a quote from menace "LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!"
I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something,
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm
bout my money nigga buy something!
I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one...
"yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga,
you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin?
I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me
Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin
"50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" ha ha...
Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
I got a million...
...
OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, 'Damn, 50 really spitted on em'
'You heard that shit?' 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on em'
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
(One)
[Hook]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass
I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk
[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 2]
I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool
On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot
[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now
[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Intro - 50 Cent + (Jay-Z)]
(YES!) Yeah, ha, ha, yeah, yeah
I know you hear the footsteps
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho' I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies, that stuntin' I pop
Stand alone squeezin' my pistol, I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit, but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, 'Get they money right,' cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playin' nigga, you can't shine
You gon' be that next chump, to end up in the trunk
After bein' hit by the pump, is that what you want
Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
Be-lieve me nigga, that's what I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z + (50 Cent)]
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'Cause I rhyme like, I be rhymin' in the Rove', rhymin' in them HO!
Ma like the diamond will blind you at the show
I don't shine, I glow, I remind you of that dough
Don't I, did I, hustle the game, just the thought alone
Give me a boner, coach caved into a coma
Can't out hustle a hustla
You can't out play a player, this rap shit is a lay-up
In my former buis' motherfuckers will spray ya
In the music buis' motherfuckers, just say stuff
Spit on ya sprayer, niggaz just play tough
When the camera's on, when the camera's gone
Niggaz wanna set up meetings
'Cause they know most likely when I see 'em, I'ma set up a beatin'
Windows no tints, cars, no rims
That's because we handle ours, like grown men
I ain't touch ya wheels, sent I drove the Ben'
That's 'cause it was a Coupe, nah I ain't suit
I'm just telling the truth, you Tom Cruise
You can't handle it, handle it, nigga is what I do
I try to be modest, on 'Blueprint 2'
Y'all don't respect modest, y'all respect my dollars
You gotta believe, I think like an artist
But my bills through the roof, can't do numbers like The Roots
(Oh No) No disrespect, I be tryna disconnect
But niggaz keep pulling me back in, trapped in
My pops gotta live wit this order, my whole live in disordered
And I just got his living room ordered
And you wanna why the chip on my shoulders
Is more like a brick or a boulder, you understand maybe, when you get older
Got a hundred niggaz on ya dick, saying you oughta
Record like this or what have you, nigga's is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you, 'cause they can't have you
Press wanna know about the daughter of Matthew
Now it's back to the hood again, all Black hood again
Back to old lady saying, what I coulda been
Back to the gats, you forgot, I'm real good with them
They gon' put a nigga in jail, oh well
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent + (Dr. Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em
You holdin' a strap, he might come back so clap 'em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin'
'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin, 'What happened?'
OH, NO, look who crept in with the FO', FO'
Twenty inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I'm LO-CO
Even my mama said, 'Something really wrong with my brain'
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! we get it poppin' in the hood
G-UNIT! motherfucker what's good
I'm waitin' on niggaz to act like they don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the Mac, thinkin it's all rap
'Til that ass get clapped, and Doc say 'It's a wrap'
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Jay-Z]
I'm not the two, not the three, not the four, the five
I take the pain from my life, pour it all inside
Take my strain and my strife, take my ego and pride
Used it to kick down the door, brought my people inside
And I hope you, ain't think I wrote this
To entertain you, that ain't what I came to do
I will bang you, I will act like orangutan's do
I give you hot wings, turn niggaz to angels
Understand my angle, I'm safety first
Don't make me act, like the safety don't work
Tough niggaz get it the worst, I'm beggin you come for us
I'm giving motherfuckers, dirt com-forters
[Chorus]
[Verse 5 - 50 Cent]
I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I don't fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya heard me
When streetlights come on, niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They ain't nothin' they could do, to stop my shine
This is +God's Plan+ homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so grandpa called me a nuisance
And grandma, who always gotta throw her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers
Roofless/ruthless like the Coupe, but I come with more features
I am what I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull fifty grand and think nothin of it, fuck it
[Chorus x2]
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
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[Intro]
(Classic) That's right it's a motherfuckin classic!
Yeah... yeah... it's 50 nigga!... Yeah... yeah... yeah. Yeah
[Verse 1]
Smile nigga my next album might be my last
Got what I came to get, the stacks and the stash
I told Jimmy Iovine ass to shut the fuck up
Got Dre callin' Shady sayin Em what's up?
We done came this far, we can't stop now
Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down
I guess I'm out of control, my mind, body and soul
Tell me I'm bein pimped and it's makin me sick
You know Em made that company over a billion dollars
And when he ain't around they sayin foul shit about him
Yeah we fucked up, we both don't know our pops
We both don't like the cops, we don't know when to stop
You know Kim is Shaniqua and Hailey is Marquise
D-12's G-Unit and we always in beef
Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks
Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames!
Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin
Boxes of ox, sarge is a glock
My nine is twenty four seven on watch
[Chorus]
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod
She don't want me on her show though I guess I'm too hard
She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash
But she don't wanna talk about the bullets in my ass
Spike Lee don't like it that my money come fast
I hate it when a nigga get to countin my cash
Now I can give the kids a positive message like Farrakhan
Or I can give 'em pistols and targets to squeeze 'em on
I'm tryin to make a decision damn, leave me alone
I'm like Martin Luther King people listen to me a lot
It's non violent, non violent till I'm hit with a rock
Then it's Coretta fuck this, go and get me my glock
Wanna call me crazy? Okay it's cool
I'll have your kids tryin to be, crazy cool in school
Truth is they like me, more than they like you
They watch me and emulate, everything I do
[Chorus]
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I have days when I feel like everybody's against me
Sharpton ain't comin when the feds snatch 50
Just my luck Johnnie Cochran passed
Right before the crackers come snatch my ass
I'm the Don King of crack, the Pretty Floyd of rap
Put Southside on the map, I did that
Bill O'Reilly can't stand me but his woman think I'm cute
I bet she wanna see me in my birthday suit
Met Al Gore and his wife in them first class seats
She said she didn't like rap until she met me
You gotta understand I'm a charmin young man
A whole lot has changed since I went hand to hand
[Chorus]
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah
Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Should be happy, ya know?, I just want you to be happy
Smile for me! If I gotta go away to make you feel better
I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get
My money right, ya nah mean I'm good don't worry 'bout me I'm good
Ya know? This is about you now, is it 'gon make you happy to see me gone?
Are you gonna miss me when I'm gone?
Are you just gonna forget about me? I meant nothin to you?
Is that what you sayin to me?
Cause ya breakin my heart...
Hahaha, I mean you're really breakin my heart
[Chorus: Akon]
Ohhhh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nuttin change still holla at my homies
Ohh and when I hit the block I still will kill
And I don't want to, nigga but I will if I got to
Kill, if niggaz get to fuckin around
If niggaz get to fuckin around
[50 Cent]
Yeah... respect come from admiration and fear
You can admire me if you could catch one in your wig
You see the Testarosa, the toaster's right on my lap
So if a nigga get out of line and nigga get clapped
I got a arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you
Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, they'll let a mag off
The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass off
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing
The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
Get the message from the lines or get the message from the 9
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yeah... where I'm from death is always in the air homie
Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I come creepin through the hood wearin teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Niggaz know, if not they better check my background
Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Prim' nigga 50 don't "Back Down"
I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house
Cross the line boy I'ma air ya ass out
Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout
Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up
And if you are, fuck you cause I ain't change up
The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggaz
And I ain't did no business wit 'em, I don't owe these niggaz
a minute of my time, I get it cause I grind
All across the globe like the world's mine, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[Akon]
{*cell door slams*} Konvict
Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance
and seen the mac aimin at your head mayne (head mayne)
Before you know it life is flashin reminiscin
and your body is drippin and full of lead mayn (lead mayne)
I done been there (uh-huh) I done copped that (uh-huh)
It ain't never been a question I'm bout that (uh-huh)
Don't go there (uh-huh) you get clapped at (uh-huh)
And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that (uh-huh)
You'll never catch me ridin around on these streets
Without a couple metal pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash
Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze
50 don't make me ride on these niggaz (ay)
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggaz (ohhhh)
50 don't make me ride on these niggaz (ay)
Cause I be long gone like the ripper, so
[Chorus]
(feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do
I say i wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on ??first?? street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a movie
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this kick
There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
But she don't know it, damn, ok go away
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
When i'm not in the jam, i write in my hand
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
Im takin' everythang, jewellry i want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that i can borrow
Im inpatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and i can get a new Jaguar
The mack i have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And i'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga steff, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier i'm thuggin' till my death
[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, 'Get they money right,' cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, 'Whut happened?'
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm loco
Even my mama said, 'Something really wrong with my brain'
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say 'It's a wrap'
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it
[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
*Sniff Sniff* You smell that?
What's that?
I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?)
[Verse One]
Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!!
I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)
Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch...HaHa
It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
She tries to tie up my phone and
I'm not at home she's thinking I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up
But see it's hard to fuck wit somebody after she touches me
Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22's
You say I confuse you play little trick with your head
Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'M A PIMP!!!!
[Chorus (twice)]
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
[Verse Two]
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
But couldn't get off 'cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
Sing-Sing is where he been in
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale
So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill
Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch got the best sex all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control
[Chorus (twice)]
[Verse Three]
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
I'm fuckin wit you
I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes
later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I'm in to tongue kissing 4 play all day
Mamma ain't home so the noise is okay
ODB you know he like it the raw way
Latex, safe sex ,no hickeys on the neck
Now your learning
The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning
My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling
Whether we just kicking it or we sexing
I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and
When niggas get out of line I check the man
[Chorus]
Rule number one don't go against the grain
Rule number two give respect where respect due
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
[gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
Don't mean nothin changed but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail
I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines
An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve
[chorus]
(Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack)
[Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler]
[3x]
[chorus]
Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine
Hate a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality
The streets I know'em like my ABC's
Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride
I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
[Chorus]
They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men live baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends always change
I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is all thats promised
I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake
[chorus]
go go go go go go go shawty
its ya birthday
we gonna party like its ya birthday
we gonna sip bicardi like its ya birthay
and u know we dont give a fuck that its ya birthday
u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed
u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed
wen i pull up out front you see the benz on dub's
when i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club
niggas heard i fuck with dre now they wanna show me love
when you sound like eminem and the hugs they wanna fuck
but homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up
i see xzibit in the cut that nigga roll the weed up
if you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp
been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp
in the hood the ladys saying 50 you hott
they like me i want em to love me like they love pac
but holla in new york these niggas tell u im loco
when the plan is to put the rap game in a choke-hold
im full in focus man my money on my mind
got a mill out the deal and im still on the grind
now shorty says she fellin my style shes feelin my flow
a girlfriend wit it get ride now we ready to go
u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed
u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed
my flow my show brought me the doe
that brought me all my fancy things
my crib my cars my pools my jewles
look nigga i ownart n i aint changin
n u should love it way more than u hate it
nigga u mad i thought u'd be happy i made it
im that cat by the bar toastin to the good life
u that faggit ass nigga tryna hold me back right
wen it dark we be pumpin in the club its on
now wit my eye on my bitch if she smiles she gone
if the roof on fire let mothafucker burn
niggas talkin bout money homie i aint concerned
ima tell wut banks told me cuz go ahead switch the style up
them niggas hate the letta make them watch the money pile up
n we can go upside the head wit a bottle of bub
they know where we fuckin be
u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed
u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed
ha ha ha dont try n act like u dont kno where we bein eitha nigga
we in the club all the time nigga
if its a problem pop off it nigga
g unit
featuring The Madd Rapper
* originally known as "Dreams of Robbing an Industry Nigga"
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?
[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?"
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B; bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now"
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 milli, got something to live for
Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground"
You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
[Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
[50 Cents]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios take shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More"
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
[Madd Rapper]
(chorus)
For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
50 Cent Intro-
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
we do it like there aint nothin to it
the way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up!
Lets Go!
Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..
50 Cent Verse-
You cant body the kid, you know how i rock
went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top
so the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton's
i splurge with it, im so absurd with it
got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan' go spend it
you know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin'
if theres money to be made, i'm all in
catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and
you want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then
tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm
cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don
first night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit
third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch
success is much of a choice, im high off life
another move, another mill, lets get right aight..
Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..
Havoc Verse-
You can catch me cockin' the fifth, got me rockin' with Fif
now that's ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent
got my niggaz movin' them bricks, it dont stop
in a million dollar deal homie get that glock
see dudes get comfy, money aint long 'nough
spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up
Ma i got a fetish, fuckin' in them porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her
y'all in to wifin', we ??could throw?? wife in
only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license
shot high prices, shook all vices
imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip
10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless
anything less, we rollin' them dices
nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin' my shit
shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth??
Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..
Prodigy Verse-
Listen..
You couldn't ??out-pay?? P or VIP
my wrist could buy a bitch a PHD
my Range alone could pay for you to eat
for the next few years i'm so icey kid
my flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
my tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow??
my attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money
when we get back to Queen's we gon' hurt you
cant afford to ride, you gettin' stomped out
i got a team of dimes they all dogged out
ray the line, you up and take you out
my girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
you can hear your drawers lookin' like the Mexican
after the lil' shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil' bit
you so stupid, we so much rich
and who braggin', im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like
Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let's do it all night
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
Heyyyy...
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' ring ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2- The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would chane
But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bub
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a ?? in my coat
Now I'm ?? reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him an ?? and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 4- Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I bless
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 5- Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen awards to check bitch
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
(Spoken - Eminem)
Makaveli rest in peace
Erv gotti
Too much bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 guage shotty
(Chorus part1 x1)
Come get me - If u motherfuckers want shady
If pac was still here now - He would never ride with ja
Nah nana nah na na na nah
(Voice over - Eminem)
Feel me
And ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2pac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me
Keep my mesh vest as pacs vest
(Chorus x1)
(Eminem)
You aint a killer you a pussy
That ecstacy done got you all emotional and mooshy
Bitches wearin rags in fotoz Jas words bein quoted
In the source stealin pacs shit like he just wrote it
You loud mouth pray to god hopin no ones listenin
See 50 comin for me oh my god ma my position
No one 'll pay attention to me please gotti here i go
Give me this pill ecstacy got me feelin so invincible
Now all of a sudden im a fuckin mad who screams
Like im pac but im not, enemies, hennesse
Actin like im great but im fake im crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupt and fucked from this shit
Im stuck im addcited to these drugs im a quit
Sayin motherfuckers names before someone fucks me up
Aint no pussies over here partner, see you in hell fucker
(Chorus part1 x1)
Come get me - If u motherfuckers want shady
If pac was still here now - He would never ride with ja
Nah nana nah na na na nah
(Chorus part2 x1)
Get off that e - Before u come and try to fuck with me
Its aftermath here now - Shady records got it locked
Lah lala lah la la la lah
(50 Cent)
Penetentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time these bitch niggaz is wastin
Institutionalized my bitchz bring me product by the bundles
Not so hard for em to sell G Unit mother fucker, We ballin
Catch me countin G's and when im callin, cant ya accept my call
See youll let me sip on hennesse, can i sip some more
Hell i done been to jail i aint scared
Moma checkin in my bedroom i aint there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckers thinkin they can stop 50, they losin it
Lil nigga name ja think he live like me
Told em bout he left the hospital took 9 like me
You livin fantasies nigga, i be chequin deposits
When ur lil sweet ass gone come out of the closet
Now he wonderin why dmx blown them out
Next time grown folks talkin bitch close ur mouth
Peep me i take this war shit deeply
Done see too many real niggaz ballin to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black, youz a motherfuckin punk and you dont see me with gloves
Quit scaring them kids with ur ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and i know whats goin on
Nigga pay back time i know ur bitch ass from way back
Winners be strapped with mach's know i dont play that
All these old rappers tryin to advance
Its all over now take it like a man (Haha)
Erv lookin like larry holmes flabby and shit
Tryin to playa hate on my shit, nigga eat a fat dick
Lovin this shit thats how u made me
Feelin like i got you niggaz crazy (Uhuh)
Against all odds
Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit i ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin blow
To the truest shit i ever spoke
(Voice over - 50 Cent)
21 gun salute, bitch !
(Busta Rhymes)
Aye yo, i been one of the most humble Rep the streets to the core
Aye jeffery... What u come and bother me for
Its been a long time comin like a blessin and check you
See one oh six you punk
[talking]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Chorus]
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
[Chorus]
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin
[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep
[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its very shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed shit
Send me to C's hot grown with they need
Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
[Chorus]
(Chorus)
I don't need Don Perignon I don’t need Cris
Tangaray and Alize I don’t need shit
Nigga I'm high all the time I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time and I’m on some hood shit
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I’ll squash it
I stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I’m high all the time and I’m on some hood shit
(Verse 1)
Everytime I roll up, niggas I holla roll up
Then I tell ‘em hold up
You aint needing money u aint smoking in my benzo
20 inch Lorenzo, smoking on indo
High as a motherfucker, I be on the backstreets
Niggas know I clap heat
Homie if u got beef, man u betta holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice and holla “get ‘em girls”
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s
Stash spots, X-Box, Lab top fax machine phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D said they searched the weapon they can’t find the semis
They was just harassing me cuz they knew who I was
Spent the night in central booking for smoking some buds
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Now if u heard now I’da started some shit
It aint because I be high, I be high, I be high
And if u heard I’d done let off a clip
It aint because I be high, I be high
But I twist that, la la la la
I get high as I wanna nigga, go against me for sure yousa gonner nigga
I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Fit to crush my enemies like I crush the ass cheeks
If you love me tell me u love me, don’t stab me man
I hate to be in the pens for clappin one of my
[Skit]
'Aye you want some of this shit'
'Naw, I don't want that shit'
'I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit'
'And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga'
'Man SHUT the fuck up'
'Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down'
'You see that brick house right there'
'That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up'
'I'ma get in the other car'
'Aight' [a car revs up]
[gunshots]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin 'Lord, Jesus Help Me' cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
(Chorus)
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
(Chorus)
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
(Chorus)
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
(Chorus)
[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
[50 Cent]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you
[50 Cent]
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I'm gone show em now
I'm gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it's goin down
Them bitches think pussy precious
Them niggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don't give a fuck nigga
Bitch I aint buyin no pussy
Nigga you'll die if you push me
Nigga you know I'm holy
Bitch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club bitch
[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
[50 Cent]
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch, friends'll kick a nigga do' down fo sho bitch
Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch
I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga
Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen
[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
[50 Cent]
This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip 'Cuz', call a Blood 'Dawg'
I aint bangin so I holla like 'Wat up yall?'
Bitches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin
When ever I'm around motherfuckas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love
[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
[50 Cent talking over beat]
2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down
This is my shit, from now on this is my shit
Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do shit
Unless I say he can nigga
Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches
Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherfucka that roll wit you
You bitch ass nigga I'ma see you
Nigga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa
Nigga is sweet like candy
I don't care how much you pray
Nigga I don't care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa
(feat. The Madd Rapper)
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?
[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, 'You wanna see her again?'
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an R&B; bitch
And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him, 'Tell your man
Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now
I mean right now'
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for
Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
I'll man handle Cas? like 'Duke get on the ground'
You ain't with Mary no more where gettin chips from now?
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick
I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?
[Madd Rapper]
[(Chorus) 2x]
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?
[50 Cents]
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass
don't wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!
Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios take shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up
Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya
He said 'Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!'
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said, 'Even my gold teeth?'
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid
I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him 'Gimme Some More'
Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
[Madd Rapper]
[chorus]
For real yo you know what I'm sayin?
Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
[talking]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Chorus]
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
[Chorus]
{*gunshots*}
50 Cent... Shady... aftermath... the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick
Feel this... (non stop)... {*gunshots}
Motion picture shit hahahaha
[50 Cent]
Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular
I got a P-90 Reguer to pop at cha
Catch ya slippin' i'ma give you what i got for ya
My clip loaded wit' 16 shotz for ya
Never had a hot gun on your waist and blarin' to shoot
Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie you aint been through what i been through
You not like me and i'm not like you
I'm like a animal wit' it when i spit it it's crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggaz tryina play me
One shot is enough you need least a uzi to move me
After four bottles of dom the kid start feelin' woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
I found my space at the top i got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you you heard of me I murder you
spit shells through your convertible
lowest you notice?
Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is raw
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 cent... i know you like that
Yeah i know you like that
Green Latern... Shady Records...
Anger Management Tour... Homie...
Yeah {*gunshots*}
[50 Cent]
Yayo
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah man. You know, you know like, the cars, you know,
foreign cars, european cars, the jewlery, you know what Im sayin,
the big homes, we do all this shit for the bitches if you think about it.
Even down to the shape ups to the sneakers man.
[Lloyd Banks]
You know how it goes, money, hoes and clothes!
[Tony Yayo]
Shit man, you know my motto man..
[50 Cent]
Whats your motto?
[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]
I keep sayin I dont love these hoes, I keep sayin I dont love these hoes
Man I dont love em man..
I keep sayin I dont love these hoes, I keep sayin I dont love these hoes
But she make me feel good! Ma you make me feel good! Man, she make
me feel good! Girl, you make me feel good! Bitch, you make me feel good!
Ma you make me feel good! Man, she make
me feel good! Girl, you make me feel good! Girl, you make me feel good!
[Verse 1, Tony Yayo]
Macavalli, bitch, stay in LA, and my prada mami live in BK
You know my Chloe hoe, she hold it fo-fo, buy her a bag,
she ride it like a rodeo. I miss my Fendy chick, used to be a
Wendys bitch. I had to supersize her, now she lookin proper
The price of good pussy aint always worth it, it can make
you insane or get you murdered
And shorty layin on her back while you blowin tro, so dont
trust her big butt and her smile, and shorty layin on her
back while you blowin tro, so dont trust her big butt and
smile, you heard me?
[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]
[Verse 2, 50 Cent]
Special, Im a special kinda nigga, look at my life baby girl,
everything is bigger. The stash is bigger, my cash is bigger,
Your friends cupid cute for me you see your ass is bigger
Im into bigger things, me I like bigger shit, a nigga
stuntin front of me I buy a bigger whip. The beat pop off,
Im lettin of a bigger clip, we swallow champagne, them niggas
takin lil sips
I fucked a white bitch, she said I had a lil dick, she had a big
pussy, a real real big kid
I buy big cribs, man Im flyin big jets, motherfucker Im as big
as big and big gets
[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]
[Verse 3, Lloyd Banks]
They say Banks I love you, and I say I love me too
They throwin it right at me, what the fuck am I
supposed to do?
But turn her so I regular, and a couple of overdo
When Im done, what I do, Im dumpin her on the crew
And this is everyday, It wont stop till Im old Im gray
And Im droppin the MIA
pop when Im on my stage
shop then Im on my way
First class to the A, I got a show later today, thats
more people to play
Im too grown for Ricky shit, Too colored to get pussy whip
Keep a extra bitch around in case you want a pussy lick
That Id never do, thats unedible, I got somethin better boo,
my pipe game incredible.
[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]
[Verse 4, Young Buck]
She calls me daddy, carries my Louis Vuitton luggage, Frank Muellers
my wrist, and shes usin your money
These round trip flights
Dennies and Benihanas, Im callin more bitches then Azer Thomas
And she love it, them other hoes hate her, and plus I hear
Game is better then Fantasia
Shorty I dont love you, Im just feelin good,
I know I said Id buy it, did you think I really would?
You know Im still hood, 6 o clock, Jack in a box with your bitch
at the drive through, you know how I do, so lets ride boo
We gon see, I be Brad Pitt, you be Angelina Jolie
Or Jay Z and B
Haha
[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz if you round me son
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
Then sprayed I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, 50 what up?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come and take dem kids
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage
to change the things I can, but wisdom to know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
That's the credit put in your head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in the Penz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, an it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feelin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[gunshots]
50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick
Feel this... (non stop) ...
[gunshots]
Motion picture shit hahahaha
[50 Cent]
Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular
I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha
Catch ya slippin' i'ma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya
Never had a hot gun on your waist and blarin' to shoot
Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you?
Homie you ain't been through what I been through
You not like me and i'm not like you
I'm like a animal wit' it when I spit it it's crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggaz tryina play me
One shot is not enough you need least a uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin' woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me
I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you you heard of me I murder you
Spit shells through your convertible
Lowest you notice?
Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is raw
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
50 Cent... I know you like that
Yeah I know you like that
Green Lantern... Shady Records...
Anger Management Tour... homie...
Yeah [gunshots]
[Phone ringing]
[Fifty]
Aww man...who the fuck is callin'?..
I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello?
[Man on phone]
Whattup nigga it's Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got
and if I like it I'll cop
[Fifty]
Damm nigga, you hot
you talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see 'em
pullin' up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk to show him what I'm workin' wit',
first I showed him the Teck
I told him Niggas give these shits respect
but you don't want this, Man
these shits is known to jam
this is a little smaller here,
and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half a block
this shit here gets my dick hard,
it's a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots
if you can't kill your beef with this you need to stop
c'mon, pick somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot
[Other Man]
Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got
[Fifty]
aight, nigga look, I got Two 380's,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, I done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want
[Other Man]
(Click clack)
It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all
[Fifty]
Oh, you gon' do me like that?
I got one more piece to show you, my Deringer,
I keep it in the small of my back
it's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it
[shots ring off]
look at you now, you had to get it
your BM? I'm takin' it, shit, you don't need it
park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack
then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said 'Don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet'.
AHHHHHHHH YOU
what the fuck man, this that nigga banger man
no more fuckin smurf, i got some wools with meman
Yah nigga, thats whats up
thats this nigga Jess, nigga AT
My motherfuckin nigga, wrong lee
Low, that nigga Ice, you know
109 got brew
Do or die, Ja, Star, woo
Big leaky leak, my brother Sweets, my nigga eddie
G-UNITTT
My niggas bang bang, my nigga 50,
G-UNIT ALL DAY
I'll buck a nigga for my nigga 50, that act up nigga
We got some wools with us niggas
Fuckin faggots
We ain't no blood or a crip nigga
We doin our own thing
G-UNIT!
[Tony Yayo]
Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
[50 Cent]
Yea...Niggas salute me
Uh huh
[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?
[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks]
Yea...Yea...
I'm from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I'm stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that'll stiffin you up like freeze tag
[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I'm ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on)
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
(Tony Yayo)
Home of the new right here
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga...Nigga
Niggas know I'm hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I'm livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz's complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don't know what pain is
The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark)
[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I'm in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??
(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
(Lloyd Banks talking over beat)
Yea...G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I'm blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea...it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea...uh..uh
[Male voice talking]
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all already know
[Chorus - 2X]
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin' to see
If everythin' is alright
Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin' is alright
[Young Buck]
For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed
Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat
Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin'
Lettin' New York know these Unica niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages we'll be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin'
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down
When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin'
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'
But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin'
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped 'em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em
[Chorus]
[Male voice talking]
We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha
(feat. Eminem)
[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze
[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
Mothafucka you retarded,
you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
He's got my back, I got his back, BACK
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable
Some shit'll never boil over
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
but let it be known there will be no sit downs
With no Daves and 'Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
Or we'll be back with a:.
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
Gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got 'em on the scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
They say no, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
and Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ 50 Cent ]
Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it's necessary (necessary)
For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi (stones in my resi, YEAH)
I used to push a Chevy (uh huh), about to cop a Bentley (what)
And stun on these niggaz 'till my tank on empty (tank on empty)
This gangsta shit is in me (in me), the money I got plenty (plenty)
I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from any (any)
I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny)
I marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny)
I ain't in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy)
50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high)
50 got the fuckin' hood on lock (lock, what)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Lloyd Banks ]
When I'm knockin' you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door
It sounds like you going through this (AH) before (AH)
My passport is valid, so I'm goin' through Asia
Flyin' through Paris, stoppin' in Britain, shoppin' and shittin' (YEAH)
If you ain't jumpin' off of the truck, you walkin'
We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks (Rosa Parks)
My name papi, so I'm higherin' the price
Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life (OH)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Tony Yayo ]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural (uh huh)
The only time I don't fuck, is in the AIDS capital (YEAH)
Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein' it
I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin' (C'MON)
See the cross on my neck?
Hoes want to know what's the course on my neck (course on my neck)
First she said no, now she almost said yes (almost said yes)
Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin' up a sweat (sweat, sweat)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
You know it's me when I'm cruisin' through your motherfuckin' hood
And shit nigga, Don't try to act like you don't know it me
And shit, You know what I'm sayin'?
I didn't put no tints on the motherfucker
So you could see me nigga
If I'm gonna spend $125,000 on some wheels
I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh)
Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate
The license plate say: "Get one nigga" (haha)
Can you get one nigga?
(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Young Buck (G-Unit))
[Male voice talking]
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all already know
[Chorus - 2X]
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin' to see
If everythin' is alright
Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin' is alright
[Young Buck]
For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed
Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat
Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin'
Lettin' New York know these Unica niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages we'll be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin'
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down
When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin'
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'
But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin'
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped 'em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em
[Chorus]
[Male voice talking]
We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha
[50 Cent]
Yeah... ladies and gentlemen~!
I'd like to thank y'all for comin out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm
[Intro: Robin Thicke] + (50 Cent)
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me
I got dough (ha ha) plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain't ev-ery-thing
But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') and ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go
[Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Robin Thicke)
(Follow my lead)
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby follow my lead (follow my lead)
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead - follow my lead
I'm the one girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead
[50 Cent]
Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fuckin crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, "Baby I apologize"
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby I can pass the day
Watchin you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty if it's okay
You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay
Ha ha~! I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin
What's gon' be the next stop - I told you
I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don
After you shop 'til your feet hurtin in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fam about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them there's no me, so I love them
Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess
As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test
Everytime I drop, I'm burnin hot
So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain't lookin for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed
[Chorus] (with Robin Thicke ad libs)
{*more ad libs to fade*}
[Nicole] FI-RE~!!
[50 Cent]
I make it hotter... friction turns to fire
You want and desire... I'm comin to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, LET'S GO~!
Somethin new it's another episode
Music bumpin, sweat drippin on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
[Breakdown: 50 Cent]
Now work it
Shorty grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it - if you work it
[Young Buck]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that FIRE!! So hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that FIRE!! Cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I'm might, ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
[50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna freak we can freak tell me where we should we meet
So you can
[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
[Breakdown]
Funk Flex
Yeah, G-Unit
You understand whats about to happen?
huh .. huh? (do you understand?)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds
I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs
When you talk be careful how you choose your words
Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb
Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am
Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand
G-Unit - don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy
Get laid out, im'a say I told you boy
See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns
16 hollows is loaded in every one
I know you slow, so
I do the math thats 320 shells flyin at your ass (ha)
You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out
When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down
I guess you didnt think we was down to go all out
One second, you was wrong
You ain't on the shit we on
My money getting long
Now my team getting strong
I'm gone
Gone
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
Nigga guess who's bizzack
It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov'
50 Cent y'all niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on your ass with the fo'
You punk nigga I done told you before
... 50 cent
And I'm back to act up so strap up
Funk Flex
Kingpin style
Ya heard me
C'mon, c'mon
Make me cut something
Make me bust something
C'mon, c'mon
I want you to
C'mon
(feat. Dave Hollister)
[Fifty talking]
If a bitch don't like me
somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch)
[Dave Hollister singing]
Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now?
[Fifty talking]
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know,
thats how this shit works, you know?
they supposed to love me now baby,
I'm hot now baby, I'm doin' it now.
[Chorus (Dave Hollister singing)]
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while
is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright.
[Verse 1:]
Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons,
talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y
ou got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit
there I was, kickin' my game
pickin' her brain
buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain't play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' 'I know that nigga, he rich'
she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a '98 328 with chrome BB's
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it
know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom 'till I earl
take 'em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have 'em thinkin' they mine
bust off then tell 'em 'Bust a Uey, on mo' time'
I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here
c'mon..uh huh...c'mon.
[Chorus 2x]
[Dave Hollister]
Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on...
[Fifty]
Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us..aww
man...look...he ain't mean that shit..
c'mon thats just records..niggas is playin'..
we wasn't serious and shit..
[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass 'Fuck You' [3x]
Styles 'I don't give a fuck' [3x]
Styles 'I don't give a fuck who you are'
Pain In The Ass ' Fuck You'
Nas 'Niggaz is this and that'
Big Pun 'I'm even, even better than before'
Styles 'I don't give a fuck who you are'
Pain In Da Ass 'Fuck you'
Nas 'Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best'
Styles 'I don't give a fuck who you are'
Pain In Da Ass 'Fuck you'
Nas 'Niggaz is this and that'
Big Pun 'I'm even, even better than before'
Styles 'I don't give a fuck who you are'
Nas 'Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best'
[Verse]
Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin'
I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
Comin' up, I was taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em
There's a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like '50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?'
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET'S GO
[Chorus (Different Variations)]
[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with 'Illmatic'
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said '50, you done lost yo' mind'
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine
[Chorus (Different Variations)]
[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say '50 ain't hot'
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like 'Jesus Comin''
There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that 'Rockavalede'
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown'll 'Stan' me in the street
Ha-ha
[Chorus (Different Variations)]
my life, my life, my life, my life,
yeah, yeah, yeah
(chorus)
fake love is wen your homie give you dap,
smile in your face wen he want your ass clapped,
fake love, fake love is wen they never be around,
but once you get rich they all get down,
fake love, fake loves wen yo freinds fuck yo bitch,
dont think with his head, only with his dick,
fake love, so my freinds enemies and my enemies be friends,
dont show no love, dont pretend
50 got yayo gettin all this cash, now all these yes men wanna kiss my ass
but back in the street you aint help me re-up,
locked up had court dates you never showed up,
wat the fuck, tell me wat you runnin at nigga,
if i get killed, my stash you spendin that nigga,
some people want nuttin outta life and some people want it all,
lets roll,
i see the jealosy and envy wen you see me shoppin,
saphyre watch got your jaw droppin,
when i move that 8th, you seven gram poppin,
you aint happy for me, you hope that the feds watchin,
i aint stoppinhomie im number one, while you schemin on me im playin it dumb,
so wen it comes to the point is you ready to flip?,
im a pull out first and let my clip,
chorus
now your man aint your man if he extortin nigga,
and your man aint your man if he shortened nigga,
listin, munny talks and bullshit runs marathons,
wen your munnies gone, thats them hoes gone,
fake love is wen your nigga stitch you up,
i aint kno about your chain, wen ur shit was tucked,
you kno the type to rat you out n sell you out,
get locked and your man aintgon bail you out,
you gota brand new whip, your shit lovely,
yeah its aight but his rims are ugly,
fake freinds show fake love,
you kno the type of nigga that will leave you in the club
f/ G-Unit, Scarlett
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, B
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] C, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent][Hook]
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's elementary
[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks' in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain't paying for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
(Chorus)
I make millions quick ,and I don't
wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't
wamma talk about it
I f**k the baddest bitches, I don't
wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't
wanna talk about it
(50)
Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in
so I can say the Enzo, my bitch roll down
the window so I can feel the wind blow
Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk
Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'
They f**kin and they strippin nigga, I ain't
even trippin nigga
Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide sayin who the f**k did dis
Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane
Your soul is what you reap, when you f**k with the
elite mane
I don't f**k around boy, you better ask around boy
I'll hit you with the pound, leave your ass on the
ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't
pull shit
Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the
bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
(Chorus)
(feat. G-Unit, Scarlett)
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, B
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] C, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering ' dat ain't a man, shit that's her.'
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent - Hook]
The boss spending ends
Saying, 'Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's'
The snitch in the precinct saying
'He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D'
The balla by the bar saying,
'Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me'
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, 'He robbed me'
It's elementary
[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks' in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain't paying for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
It's elementary
Intro-
Yeahhh...
Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo..
Haha..
Fuck Tha Police!
Verse-
Think about it every time you bitches come around (yeah)
either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground (come on)
just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club
they called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang)
oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok)
you want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh)
thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
before he let you cowards kill him, he just came and sprayed it (come on)
Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo), bitch i got a gun too (whooo, whooo)
we gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo), everytime y'all come through (whooo, whooo)
got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up
and beat him to the ground (yeah), when they put the boy in handcuffs
Chorus-
Fuck, Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
and to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Verse-
We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on)
whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha)
and as the years passed, niggaz only got worse
jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf (what up nigga)
we had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over
we started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders (boom)
now where my soliders at, get ready for combat
im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!)
so if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
the whole force of police, is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
one of a kind, i'm the last of a dying breed
even the one that was before me, he was sayin'..
Chorus-
Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
and to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Outro-
When i'm in New York, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When i'm in Tennessee, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When i'm out in LA nigga WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP!
(yeah)
ATL already know WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP!
[50 Cent]
Ay nigga tell 'em where you from!
Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
[Chorus]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about
[50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga
Sayin I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger
After niggaz jumped me, bumpin my head
Thinkin I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife to [censored] fin' to poke me a nigga
Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
Now those were the days, when crime really paid
The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast
Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[50 Cent]
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
YEAHHH~! .. Yeah I had a dream
I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in your wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin 'round foamin out the mouth
Sayin "I don't get on, I'ma lay a nigga out"
Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[50 Cent]
Yeah
I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz
In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spofford but never that now
When my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit
Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
Your probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin through them Compton blocks
I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West
In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors
I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze ya
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?)
[gun cocks] I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
I'm not that nigga, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door
(What up bitches)
[Verse 2]
Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid
Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled
Back then niggas yousta call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clappin' then
Country left, strange shit started happenin'
Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again
[Verse 3]
Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good
Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, 'look at the wheels'
I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin'
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
Nigga you high or somethin'
I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
[Outro - 50 Cent talking]
Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone
[Talking]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga
[Chorus]
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that
If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that
[Verse 1]
Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head
[Chorus - 2X]
[singing in background until fade]
Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I'ma drink a lot a water
And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my
PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like 'What up, 50?'
I'm like 'What up with you'
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I'm like 'Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back'
Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ??
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!
(Spoken - 50 Cent & Eminem)
Yeh... Shady
Haha (Wooo)
50 Cent... GgGgG G Unit
Haha (Here we go again)
Yeah Uh huh (Haha)
(50 Cent)
Does it make you mad when i switch my flow
You cant understand how i get my dough
50 Cent im on fire coz shady said so... Im On Fire
(Eminem)
- Here we go now -
Everybodies in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
Aint trying to use nobody as a steppin stone
But dont compare me im better off just left alone
And i aint even tryin to go there with record sales
Im just tryin to keep it humble and respect myself
Say what what up keep steppin and just rep D12
Keep my nose clean stay away from weapons jail
And livin wreckless, but if you would check my belt
You may see soemthing else i use to protect myself
A vest to stop a ruger and deflect the shells and
Send em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And i dont even carry guns no more i dont got to
Got under cover cops that'll legally pop you
And i done seen alot of people crossed the line
But this motherfucker Ja mustve lost his mind
That X has got him thinkin that he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now his tryin to be him next
So which one are you X Luther Pac or Michael ?
Just keep singing the same song recycled
We'd all much rather get along than fight you
Me and hailey dance to your songs we like you
And you dont really wanna step inside on my group
Come on now you know the white boy'll bite ch'ou
I'll hurt your pride dogg and you know i dont like to
But i will if i have to
With syllable after syllable ill just slap ya
Killin you faster
Than you poppin pill after little pill of them tabs of
That shit you on but if you want it you got it
Youd bump this shit too if we didnt diss you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge harder than busta
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants ta
So whats the deal where was all of the tough talk
When i walked up to ya like Ja what up dogg
How come you didnt say you had a problem then
When you was standin there with all you men
We couldve solved it then im a grown man dogg come holla
All you did was slap hands smile and swallow
Another one of them lil x pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be (Cmon)
(Chorus - 50 Cent) x2
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You can talk im still the m.c
You dont wanna bump heads with me
(Tony Yayo)
You couldnt slug me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot my bars would melt you
Ja, you stuart little, shells will lift you
Every other week im buyin a new pistol
I clap at yo ass with this chrome 38
And put 6 through yo hat so seven in 3 eights (?)
Erv you aint shug knight you shook light
I put my knife in ya wind pipe
Then freeze on this turn pike
You know and i know who took ya chain
You got rolled two times so your ass is lame
Im down to die for this shit all i need is bail
You better stick to the movies with segal
(Chorus - 50 Cent) x2
(LLoyd Banks)
- Yo fuck that im tired of these -
Industry niggaz (?) you get outa hand
Im gone find you whereabouts (?)
We kill in new york even in compton they understand
Im on the block where you was raised (?)
They see me poppin more ice bcoz i could (?)
You probably forgot your way around the hood, good
Least when your paranoid its hard to make a song
How u want it with us and laugh (?) got make up on
Every magazine i open you on your kneez takin prayer pictures
And you aint even got shot yet you scared bitchez
You dont know nothin bout what pain is sucker
I put put your ass in the ground like a train conductor motherfucker
(Chorus - 50 Cent) x2
Yeah Nigga
Shady Aftermath
G Unit
Fuck you think they call us G Unit for
Coz we move units
Uh Huh
And dont think we aint billin you for this motherfuckin studio time
Matter fact keep em on 50
We call it even. Ha
[Intro: 50 Cent]
This is! (This is!) 50 (50) This is the Unit! The G-G-G-Unit
It feels good, I mean real good
It's like the beginning man, WOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Baby I put my teflon on I'll be your knight in shinnin armor (YEAH!)
It's five hundred horses in the land of the llama
My pockets all chunky my jewels all chunky
Your ass all chunky it stands like a donkey (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!)
I want you like you want me you like me alot?
Now follow my instructions I'll take you to the top
I'm a drill it in your head get the bread get the bread
Your fuckin with the kid lick the balls get the head
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Uh oh! I can be your motivation baby
You can be my first and leading lady
Now I want you happy that you waited, for me to put you down
(You should be happy girl!)
Uh oh! I'm pimpin and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game look I don't play bitch
All the other girls are money makin, but you know who you are
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo] (50 Cent)
I'll blow the back out, so she love the kid (YEAH!!!)
I jump bail and I lay up at her mama crib
She my bottom bitch, I put her through alot of shit (I know!)
The passport fraud, the gun cases smackin shit (WOOOO!!!!)
I'm in the Ritz y'all I got the Cris y'all
Monte Cristo, with my new hoe
I'm gettin new dough, I'm gettin new money
I love my bottom bitch, cause she'll shoot for me (HEY!!!!)
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Uh oh! I can be your motivation baby
You can be my first and leading lady
Now I want you happy that you waited, for me to put you down
(You should be happy girl!)
Uh oh! I'm pimpin and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game look I don't play bitch
All the other girls are money makin, but you know who you are
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent)
Yeah, I ain't somethin like the mack I'm better
Baby girl wouldn't leave if I let het (What you say!!!)
Go getta, I told her when I met her
That I ain't 'gon sweat her, let the welfare get her (AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!)
Cause I'm a move on, I'm a cool don (YEAH!)
LL Cool Chris, miracle whips (What!)
It's tracks for the track or whatever you flip
And I ain't on no lovey dove shit (AS WE PROCEED!!!!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Your my boooooottom girl (TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED)
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for (It's the incredible!)
Your my boooooottom girl (THE INVINCIBLE)
Your the one, I put the rock on (UNIT!)
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Please, listen to my demo
Please, please, please listen to my demo
Please, listen to my demo
Please, please, please listen to my demo
Yeah! Do it for free me, download it!!!
Thisis50.com
Songtekst
Chorus-
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)
Verse-
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
a hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
a million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
you handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
all she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
stick the heaters through, so we can party good
rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
the Boywonder will unravel your team
i'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
the booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
you movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
i'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
i'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
you flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
Chorus-
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)
Verse-
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
all i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
income is my chain. stash pussy is my watch (huh)
you fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
all i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
and i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!
Chorus-
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok
Outro-
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
G-UNit...!!!
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my nameun through my crib, to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip
see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)
[Chorus] 2x
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though
[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's
You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa'
[Chorus] 2x
[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down
I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand
You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn)
[Chorus] 2x
[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit
Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe
[Tony Yayo]
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)
[50 Cent]
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin' 'round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I'm holdin' it
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick "Bend over, mami"
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S
[50 Cent]
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don't slow down to speak
'Cause they know I'm holdin ..
[Hook]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Somethin special, unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent) Justin (Tin) Timbaland (Land) God Damn (Damn)
She-She-She want it, I wanna give it to her
She know that... it's right here for her
I wanna, see her break it down
I'm ballin, throwin money 'round
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
She a workin girl, she work the pole, she break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough, she doin her thing out on the flo'
Her money money, she make it make it, look at the way she shake it shake it
Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it
Have you lustin for it goin crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it get it, the way she shake it make you wanna hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split it
Got your head fucked up from the way she did it
She so much more than you used to, she know just how to move to seduce you
She 'gon do the right thing and touch the right spot
And dance in your lap till you ready to pop
She always, ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight, the club jumpin
If you want a good time, she 'gon give you what you want
Let me talk to you
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Baby you so new age, your like my new craze
Let's get together baby we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me sayin
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin' technology
I need you right in front of me
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
[Timbaland]:
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
let me tell you girl
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a thang for, that thang she got
The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
I make it rain for her so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In the fantasy, it's plain to see, just how it be, her and me
Backstrokin, sweat soakin, all into my satin sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
Watchin her do her thing on all fours
Now that that there should be against the law
From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down
Know I like, when your hype, and you throw it all around
Different style, different mood, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinkin 'bout, all the things I'll do to you
Let's get it poppin shawty we could switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
Let me talk to you
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Baby you so new age, your like my new craze
Let's get together baby we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me sayin
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin' technology
I need you right in front of me
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
[Timbaland]
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
let me tell you girl
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
'This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around'
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubushi Tah & Crack Child.
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say 'they like them in the hood'
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin '50 we feelin you mayn'
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the '50 Cent Show'
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin soldier nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever,
more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent IN CAPS)]
These niggaz don't really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said 'master' (uh-huh)
Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her
It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN)
You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba
I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G=Unit's whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA)
You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
You niggaz'll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain't loud around a snitch (nah)
I don't crowd around a btich (nah)
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real
I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH)
Bacardi at the chest (UH-HUH)
I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It's 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
Whats up nigga?
What the fuck
I hear niggaz hollerin that 'keep it real' and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin nigga
Whats up nigga?
Anytime nigga I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Lets go
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house,
bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
[Lloyd Banks]
I get little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's head (?)
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like 99 bananas
That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out where the cokes know
That's why I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the 5th grade
that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)
[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level's high nigga can't tell
Licking my lips at cha bitch like im L L.
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, 'Cent got money', and I got shot
You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs know not to play with my checks
I come through with my knife cause I'm a pain your neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
(feat. Bun B (UGK))
[50 Cent]
uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What [echo]
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon' get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and Herio-anee
50 Cent
Thats my namee
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon' change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I'm about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better understan what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I aint playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers'll put ya in chains
Box'll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)
[50 Cent]
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I'll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon' blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty-one blood
Ya'll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya'll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benz-o
She seen them T.Vs
And them big ol' chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin' slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az
[Bun B]
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az tryin me
Hoes is a-bidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide-in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It's me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoe-in
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)
[Repeat]
[50 Cent]
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything'll be fine
Bitch!
[50 Cent talking over beat]
Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!
[Fades]
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fien on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
They money I aquire mama make it all simple
Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it
They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars"
Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earnin'
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fien on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans
So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me
God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich
Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it
With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks
I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid
You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fien on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
f/ G-Unit
(chorus)
When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl
your after me cheddar
And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl
I'm after my cheddar
(50 cent)
I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that
Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out
See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out
You say I'm wrong when I dog yo ass like I should
now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good
(chorus)
(Lloyd Banks)
when you think about me grinding my fans
You even got more watch on but it's to much time on your hands
They say behind every good man is a woman
So tash pull up stash the cannon linen
I'll never be your chofuer to the mall
You'll learn to appreciate cd's and posters on the wall
fatal attractions is mad real
Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil's
(chorus)
(Tony Yayo)
They say money make the world go round
Material things make a hoe go down
I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG
Bitch I'm rich but I don't trick on GP
That's 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work
Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract
Now I got to double up in case the condom snap
(50 cent)
Look don't ask me for shit man
I aint got nothing for you man what?
Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing bitch
Bitch I'm Luther Vandross in the shower
f/ Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (G-Unit) & Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck (U.T.P.)
[Skip]
Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal
[Chorus] - 2X
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A little bit of ecstacy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a everything
[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful hard
[50 Cent]
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya
[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and
trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo]
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause
what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Cheche, get the llello"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[50 Cent]
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin'
Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my
contestants
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
f/ Lloyd Banks
(*Starts off with the beat of Tweet's "Call Me,"
then changes over to Bubba Sparxxx & Jadakiss' "They Ain't Ready")
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
I don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
Now here we go
(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)
Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
I don't know
If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already
Now here we go
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my
spot
I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah)
I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front
Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then
Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled)
I'm runnin' from a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team
To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
*beat stops
[Lloyd Banks]
What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo]
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
'Cheche, get the Yayo'
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
'Cheche, get the Yayo'
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[50 Cent]
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin'
Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like '50 nice chain'
Bellagio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the 'Daily News' nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
She Loves Me, She Loves me not
Yeah, she loves me not
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
The fiends need me, i aint around they bones hate
Detox, rehab, cold sweats watch em' shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, im in a bag
Take one hit, and slide off to the land of H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, You'll never live without me
Girl I'm missing you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in
Relapse, back bitch dont ever try that again
All that shit i did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, You treating this like it just a fling
Wat we have is more sacred then a vow or a ring
You broke my heart you dirty bitch i wont forget what you did
If you give birth i'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, i dont give a damn if your ass starts smoking
But we have a bond that is not to be broken
[Chorus] (Repeat Twice)
We got a love thing
Girl u tried to leave me, but you need me, can you see, your addicted to me
We got a love thing
I can take you how ya girl fuckin with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 2]
Baby you know, on the low your sister been eyeing me
I'm good looking so you know, (???) be trying me
I heard she bisexual, she fucked with that girl
But boy oh boy fuckin with me is a whole nother' world
On the first night she'll fall in love and chase the feelin
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote 'Sexual Healing'
Kurt Cobain we was good friends, Ozzy Osbourne to
I be with rock stars, See you lucky im fucking with you
I chill wit Franky Limen and Jimi Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me, this aint new
I live the lavish life, listen if the mood is right
Me, You and your sister could do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, if you hype i'll make you calm
I'll be your incentive reason for you to move on
Lets make a date, promise me you'll come to see me
Even if it means you have to sell your mommas T.V.
I love you love me back, no one said loving me be easy
[Chorus] (Repeat Twice)
We got a love thing
Girl u tried to leave me, but you need me, can you see, your addicted to me
We got a love thing
I can take you how ya girl fuckin with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 3]
I love you
I got you bare footed on glass chasing a dove
That monkey on your back symbolises my love
Your friends talk bad bout me, bitch, you sit their and listen to em'
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, when you down they got nothing to say
But when you call up im running, i always take the pain away
They set you up to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
They know bout me behind your back they call you a fuckin (???)
Lets just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Push me inside you, no other man can love you like I do
Call me daddy i make you feel good, i mean real good
I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should
It was written long before shit was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
Theirs more to life then laughter, what brought us together was fate
When we be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates
(???) to that, imma do whatever it takes
[Chorus] (Repeat Twice)
We got a love thing
Girl u tried to leave me, but you need me, can you see, your addicted to me
We got a love thing
I can take you how ya girl fuckin with me, you can be all you can be]
50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50
[repeat]
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me
He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black gloves and scullies
The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump real low key
Sounded like he didn't know nothing about drama
For this money shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the S-Class
Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter
Sonny came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project changed
His man just got fucking murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his brain
Over some-thing took his watch and his chain
Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back
Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes
Coming up wise emotions closed
Most buying round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More
They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more cream
First it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream
City pulled up Goddamn you know his format
Bentley is all marble in the door and floor match
Got the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace 'All Eyez on Me' 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
That's Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he talk like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I peep his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, most them got fount
Some turnt away try to run they in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a Black hummer he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go
Nights like this... I wish.
Rain drops would fall
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath.
[50Cent:]
I got a 16 shot Rugger, I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars.
Ja, Joe and Jada they're f**kin' retards
I run Interscope, uh-uh Oh, my God
Your stuff I'll make it hot
You want I'll get ya shot
You're just open your coffin
You're dead men walking.
Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart,
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard.
[Chorus:]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya
Must be goin' crazy.
Cause I'm still down,
To get down to let off rounds
I'm loadin up my 380
I can't wait 'till I see death.
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm tryin' to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators
My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters.
The condos in Vegas - cause NY freezin',
My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin'.
I learned the Coke game Young and Watchin' 50!
And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly.
Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur
Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. [shot] {DAMN!}
[Chorus]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya!
Must be goin' crazy.
Cause I'm still down,
To get down to let off rounds.
I'm loadin' up my 380
I can't wait 'till I see - death!
Oh babyyyy!
Nigga I'm gonna... I'm gonna find you.
[50 cent]
It's the first of the month
Hahahaha
It's the first of the motherf**kin' month nigga
OOOHHH!
It's a f**kin' zoo out here, man
These f**kin' chimpanzees, man
F**kin' monkeys talkin' 'bout me, man
Pull through there man, it's hot
These niggas out on the curb, I'm like look at these donkie
Bunch of f**kin' jackasses
Man go do something, nigga
What the f**k, man?
Damn, nigga go to jail nigga
Give yourself an excuse for bein' F**kin' broke nigga
Come on, man
F**k is up man
This 50, man
South Side, man
You already know what I'm about boy
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So If a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, I'm built for this mentally
Thats why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear have of your ass off
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unless the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same tI'me, yeah!
[Akon: Chorus]
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Where I'm from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I got creepin' through the hood wearin' teflon
Hit the corners mother fuckers get left on
Niggas know If not they better check my background
Try and stick me, Ill fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 don't back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy I'ma air ya ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up
And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I don't know these niggas
And I aint did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
A minute of my tI'me, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine Yeah!
[Akon: Chorus]
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...
[Verse 3: Akon]
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aI'min' at your head mayne
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscin and your body is drippin' and full of lead
Mayne
I done been there (Uh huh), I done cocked that (Uh huh), It aint ever been a question I'm bout
That
Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, with all the couple metal pieces under
My feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessy breeze, but 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
Cause I been long gone like the ripper, soooo..
[Akon: Chorus]
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
They money I aquire mama make it all simple
Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it
They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars"
Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earnin'
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans
So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me
God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich
Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it
With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks
I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid
You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around
[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop
She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
[Nicole] FI-RE~!!
[50 Cent]
I make it hotter... friction turns to fire
You want and desire... I'm comin' to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, LET'S GO~!
Somethin new it's another episode
Music bumpin, sweat drippin on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
[Breakdown: 50 Cent]
Now work it
Shorty grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it - if you work it
[Young Buck]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that FIRE!! So hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that FIRE!! Cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I'm might, ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
[50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna freak we can freak tell me where we should we meet
So you can
[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
[Breakdown]
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem)
[50 Cent]
I need you to pray for me and
I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm
heading,'cause I know where I've been
Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing
I come up with something
Come through your strip, fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning
Haters hate that I'm winnning
Man I've been hot from the beginning
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping
Once I squeeze the first shot
No I aint stopping till my clip is empty
I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with
Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke
Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga
Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling
[50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
[Lloyd Banks]
I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of man
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if If I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
'Cause they fronting 20 years
Of watching my mama's tears
Got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomg 'cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels gon' call my number
Under, my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching
What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion
End of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
Hennesy and soda
Hood on my my shoulder
Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier
[50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
[Eminem]
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears
This is me who's gotta be
What you see on TV
What you hear on CD
What appears easy
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Fronting like it's all fun and games
Till they shoot 'em up bang
Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing
Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers
There's no way I'mma back down, like a goddamn coward
I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me
Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall?
I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art
Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start
Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side
I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with
Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow
Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause
[50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this you knew this i told you pussy
Ur fate ur death date ill fucking come for u pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
I get low they say i go like a pro
Its a rap when im doseing
You smoked like a roach
U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
Im the last of my breed
No henny no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that bentley
Im nos and im bras
See im there and im gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when im right im right
And when im wrong im right
Ill hit your ass up right
Nigga its nighty night
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[VERSE 2: TONY YAYO]
Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
Ill cut your body man
Beat the case i lied on a polygram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
Im your top eight nigga
Drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an r&b; bitch
Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
Im the teflon don boy i get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip
[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[50 Cent]
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
This is what it sounds like, when I'm breakin it down
Yeah I'm breakin it down
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin it down
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I'm hot man! It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
'Til the sun comes up, every night (c'mon)
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin it in, c'mon we gettin it in
A lil' Hennessy, a lil' juice and Gin
It's not a fantasy (nah) it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
'Til the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really really gettin into your freak show
You give me a little baby then I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said it, "I like it raw!"
Exotic erotic we're movin on the floor
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
You got a man, I keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few stacks me and you could blow
We headed to the hotel after the show
I know how to romance you be my private dancer
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
On your mark, get set girl now here we go
Racin off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it girl you turn me on
When you're breakin it down, keep breakin it down
[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain, I don't play no games
I'm hustlin hard homie I do my thang
You fuck with the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryin to get her in my bedroom and shit
We could take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord this shit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty, shorty now you should know
Girl your body's callin me, hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)
You're so seductive you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
I'm feelin your style, you better watch me now
My tongue'll be in your mouth, my hands'll be in your blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have you I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl killin me now, or succumb to me now
[Eminem]
Come to me now, you don't come to now
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
20 minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
So when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I knew I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do'
You makin me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl, you're pitiful, chill
We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still (phbbt)
I shouldn't have to say it shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin into my creep show
Let me shit on your chest and if some weed comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I could break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
I can break it down, it's not my fault c'mon, it's not my fault
Can you break it down? It's not my fault c'mon
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 1:]
F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I aint gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hittin you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sittin Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by
I click-clack thats that i don't flash, i mash
I wave the Uzi at em,
I make a movie out em.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 2:]
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At ya hat, ya back, ya ass crack, ya nutsack.
Your caddilac if you make it to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millenium mac man
Clips on the whips I ride in em
Bad bitches I ride inn em
Dont worry i'll get 'em
Gat Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety dont work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring out.
Hit your shoulders tryin to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You kno tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[50 Cent Talking]
Ferrari
[Chorus]
Shawty you dont have to take your pantys off
Just move 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break ya off
[Verse 1]
Good evening ladies, I'll tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
Theres lots of activities, fun things to do
And I find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast, some rides go slow
If you fear heights when I'm high hell yeah I'll go low
It taste so sweet, that sticky cotton candy
If you get carried away
We'll be starting a family
This is a perfect time for a magic trick
Good humor is no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now thats the first half of my act
I started out like a pimp
Now I'm more like a mac
I dont need your paper just dont fuck with my stack
Oh its like that
yeah its like that
[Chorus]
Shawty you dont have to take your pantys off
Just move 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break ya off
[Verse 2]
Now you can ride the horse round the carousel
Expolsion, trojans, all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl, I dont fail
I work it out, without a doubt
Theres plenty water rising sure to get you wet in the pop
Have your lustious seductions considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle
I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like, you know I dont care
I really wanna thank you for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak
But I'm being sincere
Your pass is valid all summer my dear
So at your convenience you can always return
There're so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, lick that, swollow that lolly pop
forget that, grib that, ride it non stop
[Chorus]
Shawty you dont have to take your pantys off
Just move 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break ya off
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.
[50 Cent]
Yeah... ladies and gentlemen~!
I'd like to thank y'all for comin out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm
[Intro: Robin Thicke + (50 Cent)]
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me
I got dough (ha ha) plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain't ev-ery-thing
But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') and ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Robin Thicke)]
(Follow my lead)
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby follow my lead (follow my lead)
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead - follow my lead
I'm the one girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead
[50 Cent]
Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fuckin crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, "Baby I apologize"
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby I can pass the day
Watchin you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty if it's okay
You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay
Ha ha~! I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin
What's gon' be the next stop - I told you
I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don
After you shop 'til your feet hurtin in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fam about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them there's no me, so I love them
Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess
As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test
Everytime I drop, I'm burnin hot
So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain't lookin for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed
[Chorus (with Robin Thicke ad libs)]
[more ad libs to fade]
[50 Cent]
I make 'em move
I make 'em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around, see what we got up in here
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin we ain't speakin bitch
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick
[50 Cent]
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped "In Da Club," I'm still sippin the bubb'
The drama I'm widdit, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That's why a nigga bit it, I can't forget it
I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV's, my rims is so siddick
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it
Baby come in - girl I wanna give it to you
Once I'm in - in sum, I'm a freak with it
Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it
G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it
It's exercise, my homey he been waitin
He next to ride
[Chorus]
[50 Cent - singing]
People always talkin 'bout
My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em
I don't care, what she do, with him
It's all good with me
Soo-oooh-ooooooooh
[50 Cent]
Yeah
They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it
I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it
It's hit after hit, damn I'm on the road
I'm like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I ain't a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin
You think I'm bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling
Can't buy condos, I'm buyin the building
I'm pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children
You bet against me boy, I'ma hurt your feelings
Cause over and over I'ma keep on winnin
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented
That's why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it
Man e'rybody know, like e'rywhere I go
When 50 in the club shit just go out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; okay~!
[Chorus]
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gon' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the systems thump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mang
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mayne
Listen mayne, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit mayne, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Intro]
Yeah..
Its 50
One shot, One kill, What's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal?
Listen..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse]
Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips and them same old clips
In the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think there game so sick
Now i'm finna rip, niggaz know i'm about my grip
I dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
She say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
Tell your mami, i catch her on the street i'ma get her
She know i'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga
She jus' mad, cuz a nigga pockets all swoll'
When she asked to borrow sumthin', i said hell naw
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
So keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
This is real..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse]
It was blood stains on my stoop when ??Eyeball?? got shot
When homicide outside, nigga i'm not
Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
Its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
They love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
They say tell us who caught the body or you goin' to jail
Look if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
Say what's happenin' to the captain and what's up to the searg'
Fuck bein' in a cage man that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk drinkin' While Irish Row's on the curb
I know a spot fulla niggaz tryna get a few bucks
Hopin' then nutin' come out they gon' have um some luck
PH to the deuce, they stumbled off Matt
Lost his re-up money man that's all he had
Magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
And do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
Man it's fucked..
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Outro]
[Gunshots, Sirens, Choppers, Rain, Thunder]
(feat. Olivia)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[50 Cent Verse]
I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know
I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough
You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's
Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes
Every hood every city all the gangstaz know
Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho
I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below
See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished baby order some more
Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor
The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke??
If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll
When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh)
See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh)
So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[50 Cent Verse]
Now look i know you into the shiny things
The platinum chains and the diamond rings
The 24 inch chrome on the range
I see you in your projects buy your window payin'
Now shorty me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap i ain't have a thing
I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change
I mean i got money out that ass mayne
When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin'
Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um
Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um
Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um
But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang
First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh)
We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh)
And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh)
[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)
[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
[50 Cent]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
??? loud gold top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Ahh man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
(feat. Tony Yayo)
[chorus - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York
[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)
[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)
[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster,
Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and Sheek Louch went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule buried and some high heel punk,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch,
Yo, I flip cocaine, in your project lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my rocks lookin like, flashlights yo' benz,
[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run New York,
When I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)
[50 Cent talking]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' monkey ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who signed with me actually let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 3]
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, ?? I will comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow
niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 1
I'mma strate gorilla (wittay), cold hearted killa (wittay)
Any nigga gettin outta line can get it
I make it hot, motha fuckaz freeze up when I come thru
Mac. 10, 32 shot - clip in my snuckle
I might smile n say wassup but I don't fuck witchu niggaz
My rap money slow up, I ran up on you niggaz
I'm on da edge, I'm juss waitin on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, ' wachu lookin at pussy '
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, n we damn sho ain't friends
So much chrome on my benz you see yo face in my rims
If yo bitch wanna roll, I'mma let her get in
I don't play, but I'mma play till da motha fuckin end
Chorus:
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell hos all da time
Bitch get in my Car
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton Spoks
When I open da do'
Bitch get in my Car
(2x)
Verse 2
Don't tell me you don't know dat
Ah I'm da Shit
Man you betta watch yo girl mayne
Ah I leave witcho Bitch
I ain't sweatin these hoes
Man I'm bout my paper
If yo bitch really bout it nigga
I'm gon' take her
Back seat of my Jeep
Fuck till I fuck up her make-up
Take het to da diamond district
Introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me
She should keep me Icy
My game fuck witta bitch brain
Till she think she Wifey
Spend a life savings in a Day
Cuz she likes me, commitment from me
Nahh not likely
When I was wit Vivika
I thought I was on to somethin
But then da next week, nahh man it was nothin
Chorus:
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell hos all da time
Bitch get in my Car
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton Spoks
When I open da do'
Bitch get in my Car
(2x)
Verse 3
Look into the windows of my Soul
The eyes neva lie, they blood shut red
It's ganja in my system I'm high
First it's pain when you lust for my love
Then it's movin calm, feel da rush
Like needlez in yo arm
It's a cold world baby girl, lovin me is not enuff
Find out when you fuckin broke
Love wont get you on the Bus
Mayne you should see the pretty bitches dat b sexin' me
They suck cock, to make em hot, I juss let em stand next to me
100 % Thug, freak too, I taste yo love, 69's to postion
Yo mouths full baby huh, my conversations so deep
I get in yo head, next thing you know you yawnin', turnin ova
n I'm in yo Bed
Chorus:
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell hos all da time
Bitch get in my Car
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton Spoks
When I open da do'
Bitch get in my Car
(2x)]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
( Yea uh huh
I like the way that feel )
[Hook]
I built you up , what
If eva I fall down
n' I need you to pick me up
Promise me you b around
hold me down
I build you up
[Verse 1]
Listen if you let me, I'll b the reason you shine
It's a secret, I want the world to know dat you mine
But on sum real shit, communications could b betta
So I'm writin this song instead of a love Letter.
They gon play it on da radio a hundred times a day
I figure, when you hear it, you gon stop n think of me
I wanna get to know you, and b the reason you Smile
Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get Down
When times are tough, tell me dat I'm special
Not rap, I mean me, dat I'm special
You know they say diamonds are a girls best friend
Press yo stones, could you put me befo' them
If so, I'll see to it dat they'll always around
Nothin but da best, now how does dat sound
If I drop a jewl when we talk, you can keep it
Girl you on my mind all da time, dat's a secret shhhh
[Chorus]
Baby I build you up
Girl I, every show, have you by my side
Girl I bulid you up
Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine
(2x)
[Verse 2]
When I think about you thinkin dat you feel da same way
Was it juss my 'magination, to get runnin away
If you ready to ride, girl come on, lets roll
G5, how I fly, 'ma lets go
It was hard to measure da pleasure of havin you in my presents
Yo smile makes me smile, I show you my style
We can shop a lil bit, I'll pick out sum shit
One pair at a time, till yo shoe game sick
Now who knows, what the future holds
We be together prolly, fo betta or for worse
Like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait.. why pretend when you come in (wet) ?
Befo I'll b yo buddy in bed, lemme b yo best friend
Girl it's mo' then lust, I want yo trust
You keep it reel wit me, I keep it reel witchu
Cuz I know witchu by my side, there's nothin I can't do
[Chorus]
Baby I build you up
Girl I, every show, have you by my side
Girl I bulid you up
Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine
When you up when you down
If you smile, if you frown
I'll b witchu baby
La La La..................
(2x)
[Intro]
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your gair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a la
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...
[50 Cent]
If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
In the bed if I used my tongue would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...
[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We're only humans girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid loves cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
[50 Cent]
Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz
New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz
New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga
Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won't blow dick
It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it
[50 Cent]
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet niggaz will stand around sayin 'Damn who did that?'
I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the ?
I'm the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back
Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expandin
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung 'I'm Jammin''
Nigga fuck with my cash and I'ma blast yo' ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit
You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street
Cause these three niggaz are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggaz live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you
[Chorus 2X]
(feat. G-Unit)
We over here... with some fat chicks
[50]
Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches
That's Yayo
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
[50]
Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat
That cake got your ass gettin' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat
In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master
But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster
Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot
And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top
Find the right chick, wearing some tight shit, and it's on
See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like 'She wrong'
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
[50]
Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you's a big bitch man
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat
McDonald's dun got your ass fat fat
That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
[Lloyd Banks]
I like 'em slim in the waste, curves in the right place
A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face
Your appetite'll put a dent up in a nigga salary
You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie
Your attitude is like you always have gear
You got a pony tail, you ain't always have hair
I just wanna see your Capri's comin' down
Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes
[50]
I'll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you's a big bitch man
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
Them Entenmann's dun got your ass fat fat
Them Little Debbie's dun got your ass fat fat
These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat
[Tony Yayo]
I ain't no trick, I ain't have to borrow with my wallet
Freakin' off in your car, on your closet
It ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl
If you can cook your ass off, I'll give you the world
You can be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, I'll hit that
I'm a freak, sure I love minage a trois
And I really care lees if you twice my size
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world ' It's a nasty world
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl
I ain't never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes
[50]
I'm a compliment your eyes
Yayo'll fuck wit you big bitches but I'm a stay the fuck away from ya
Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat
That cake got your ass gettin' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat
Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch
Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho
G-G UNIT
*Laugh*
yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
heard of 50 cent and heard of g-unit
Im not high tech and im not qualy
You see me in the club
you better tell the bouncers to treat me special
Im somebody
Cause I get on that jet, in 5 minutes flat
niggas a come back, shoot up ya party
if i dont have fun, no body havin' none
im tryin' to holla at ya, come here... shorty
shout out to my nigga juvy, wack go skip
buck, my niggas from new orleans rawty
if we on the same page, when you see me on stage
you gunna throw ya hands up, and you gunna applaud me
you know how i get, im on that bullshit... nigga... nigga
I Run around with the tray - like its a sport
Call my name in the bitch, when i sit in the court
I got a million dollar smile and a fist full of peso's
and the wrist so white, so you could light up a stage show
in the club, nigga i stay holin
cause im on point for those wolves in sheep clothin
i play the ball with a double shot of henny
cause after this spot, its cheetahs and mg's
short if ya feel a nigga, call me
Hey you aint gotta like me, thats cool
I don't give a fuck, by only time
It gunna put me in a bigger truck
fuck kids, it aint my turn to be stressed
a bitch worst nightmare is a paternity test
im too young to be faithful
if money means love, i hate you
i only trip on the first of april
holler at me if you thugged out shorty
ready to fight you, dice for the blunt and pull the slub out for me
n if you're not, don't even call me
*Gun Shots*
[Verse 1 - Nas]
Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, famous in they strollers
Before they walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New York
So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.
[Chorus]
Yo them niggas that wanted beef before
Don't want no beef no mo
Now that they know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!! [repeat]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya
On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her
This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's that real.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bravehearts (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war
I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw
You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats
Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it
Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever whatever get gully
Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.
I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats
Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.
How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back
When trucks backfire, I bust back
How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop.
Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck around ya'll get dropped
When guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome
Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak
Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.
[Chorus 2]
Them niggas that wanted war before
Don't want no war no mo
Now that they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!! [repeat]
[Intro]
YEAH!, (yeah), your rockin' wit the toast of New York
Tony Yayo (Tony Yayo), Lloyd Banks (Lloyd Banks), 50 Cent (50 Cent)
G-UNIT (G-Unit), and here we go!
[background singing of 'you should be here,' throughout intro and the song]
[50 Cent - Singing (Male voice)]
You should be here wit me bitch
You should come and make me rich
Girl you know you need a pimp
Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
Bitch, (you should be here)
[50 Cent - Verse 1 (w/male voices)]
Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money
And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch (what you say)
(You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggaz
But you know you love the niggaz, switch to a pimp bitch (BITCH)
(You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes
You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm 'throwin them bows'
(You should be here) Right here next to me
Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free (WOO, Sing along)
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent]
(You should be girl)
You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
(You should be girl)
You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off (uh huh, uh huh)
(You should be girl)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
(Well I wish you were)
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)
[Verse to - Lloyd Banks]
Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho (Lloyd Banks)
(You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner
Niggaz knows, what, you up on 'em sinners, no (Hell no)
(You should be here) Walkin' the track, Grain Hill, sleeves, snow
Anythinh to speed up the process of the cash flow (gotta get that money man)
(You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight
Even if you gotta take it in the ass ho (you take it in the ass)
[Chorus 1- 50 Cent]
(You should be here) You should be that bitch that come (uh huh)
Everytime I call (I told ya'll motherfuckers)
(You should be here) You should be down on your knees
Tryin' to break me off (You should be)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
(Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga)
You should be that bottom bitch, out on the grind
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Uh, yeah, (you should be here)
Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch
I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit
(You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos (uh huh)
I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
(You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me
Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie
(You should be here) But you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C (C)
Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP (yeah)
[Chorus to - Male voice singing]
(You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
(You should be) Girl you know you drive me (sing along)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here
[Outro - Man from intro, talking]
I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (takin' over this shit man)
(You should be here) We run the hood
and we run these motherfuckin' offices (and we run these motherfuckin' offices)
Ya'll be wiling if (you should be here)
If ya'll hear (hear), the fuckin' (fuckin')
Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now
(You should be here) Man you still local
I'm out the hood man (I'm out the hood man) (c'mon)
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasn't like this before, it wasn't like this before
[Verse One]
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should see how they react when I come through the door
In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out
Drink till we fall out
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryin to crawl out
I had bad luck, then my luck changed up
You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up
You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin
These other rap niggaz just catching feelings
[Chorus]
Haha, yeah
Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought
I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
The fuck you want for free man
Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man
Fuck them other niggaz, other niggaz can't rap
That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck man
Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard nigga
50 Cent
[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain't gon' want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin' tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a bitch in the eye
Look, don't play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I don't wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
I'm only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
A'ight
Cause I ain't giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
That's why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard shit!
[Beat Changes]
[50 Cent]
If I make it to heaven
I'll probably be in the bitch lonely
Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me'
You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
You probably thinking how he get there
That nigga my coatie
The weather in hell is kinda hot
You know like the block
I heard it really burns
Homie, you know like a shot
That's alright for me shit
Cause Im in the drop
Drive around heavy
Tryna find BIG and PAC
Niggaz think when they die
All they problems stop
You die in jail, and wake up in hell
Still on lock
Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
Wake up holdin' your head, still shot
Niggaz don' died of AIDS
You know the dirty dick
Wake up in hell horny
Fidna fuck the same bitch
DAMN
Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
The only nigga hotter than me
Dead already nigga
I know what you thinkin
You thinkin that's it
Yeah nigga let's just keep it short and sweet
You know!
[Tony Yayo]
Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
[50 Cent]
Yea...Niggas salute me
Uh huh
[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?
[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks]
Yea...Yea...
I'm from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I'm stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that'll stiffin you up like freeze tag
[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I'm ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on)
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
Home of the new right here
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga...Nigga
Niggas know I'm hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I'm livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz's complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don't know what pain is
The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark)
[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I'm in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??
[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out
[Lloyd Banks talking over beat]
Yea...G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I'm blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea...it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea...uh..uh
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
[50 Cent]
My son ask 'Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop'
Looked at him and said 'Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot'
Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show 'em the clip
Show 'em the beam
Show 'em how Daddy lean
In the convertible Jag
22 inch mags
For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag
I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don't go that funny dance
I don't throw gang signs
But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
Cause Lethal ain't never seen Blaco comin'
But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin?
And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
And leave you flat your back
BRRAT
Take that
[HOOK]
[Tony Yayo]
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its hard to live, but its easy to die
So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye
These rappers ain't gun slingers
They R&B; singers
G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent
Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my ever
Its T-O-N-Y
Stay with a semi
Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry
You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack
Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that
If it's a direct sale
I'ma change the bill
Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
Look nigga we icey thugs
We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves
[HOOK]
[Tony Yayo]
Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
It never stops
My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
And y'all ain't even hear the new shit
Just keep goin' and goin' and goin'
Motherfuckin' Duracell Battery
It never stops
Word up
G-Unit
Sha Money XL
[50 Cent]
Aight, check this shit out
Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car
I'm'a go right over here and see somethin
Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in
The money stays in the car 'til I say so...
Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man
This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?
Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam
I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow
Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man?
Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit
Every four days in PA I move another brick
According to the DA I sold dope in VA
my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA
I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy
(Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me
If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani
It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
NY ain't the same, it's OT playa
you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
hit the highway and take it to a town near you
And get that money man, get that money man
[50 - singing]
Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around
That means I copped and I went outta town
You motherfuckers know how I get down
About my money man, about my money man
(feat. Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo)
Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)
[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is 'Juice' (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like 'Sanford and Son' (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since 'Different Strokes'
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!
[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit
Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe
[Tony Yayo]
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)
[50 Cent]
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin' 'round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I'm holdin' it
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick 'Bend over, mami'
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S
[50 Cent]
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don't slow down to speak
'Cause they know I'm holdin ..
[Hook]
On the planet of apes
In the United States
On the Milky Way's edge
Everyone concentrates
On the littlest things
Photographing the scenes
Of some desperate acts
by other human beings
Waiting for their last breath
Searching for the saints marching scared to death
When we use each other
We take no precaution
Think each other clever
Then just carry on
Now everything is twist off
Either or it's child proof
Every time you fall in love
Think of jumping off the roof
In case you're not here tomorrow
Have you any money I can borrow
All the seeds are singing man
You're pushing too hard in the middle
Of the backyard battle plan
When I was all for standing still
Now everything is twist off
Either or it's child proof
Every time you fall in love
Think of jumping off the roof
In case your not here tomorrow
Have you any money I can borrow
Waiting for the last breath
Searching for the saints marching scared to death
[Yeah
G-Unit Nigga
50 Cent
You Heard Me
Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk
You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka
I'll fuck you up nigga
Fuckin' punk ass nigga
Don't nobody respect you nigga
You Preme's son nigga
Mothafucka's been gettin' extorted since day one
Its all kinda bitch in ya, chinese, spanish, black, white
I got X
Method slabs and cocaine
So the feds wanna search us
like arabs boardin' tha planes
I'm in tha range
switchin' lanes
Reminscin' on cans and sardines
And car dreams
I'm burnin' unfamiliar bud
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
That'll let off and leave you hella blood
Ma I'm hip to tha game
Blue ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks gettin' brain
bang bang from big heaters
Hundred dollar sneakers
Two seaters
Two ninas
And a bundle of hayes
At least enough to last fourteen days
He wouldn't sell lobster
My eyes slanted like Pharell's partner
Nigga respect like your father when it comes to drama
I put tha llama to your mama
and beat her like a pinata
Nigga I been hotta since '97
You been beggin' tha 5th kick like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven
Whats poppin' nigga?
Different day same shit
What you coppin' nigga?
S-K's want bricks, shit
You wind up dead with this
So why turn soft?
Straight bullets will burn a niggas sideburns off
I gotta model with a sick ass
Bagged her off 5th ave.
Fucked her offa hot dog and a playoff knick pass
Now we shoppin in tha malls on tha westcoast
And as far as pussy
I been through more walls than asbestos
So lets toast
And have a sex on tha beach
These niggas quotin' my lines like a Martin Luther King speech
Remember Patrice
She looked like Kelis
Met her in club
And caught her eyein' my piece
And with all the birds at tha show
I had to fuck tha crazy hoe
Callin' Hot 97 'cause she knows I'm on tha radio
(Ha Ha Bitch)
[50 Talking]
Ja you little Stuart Little lookin' mothafucka
Catch you I'll break your mothafuckin' neck nigga
You only weigh 110 pounds you little fagot
I know tha stylist you been fuckin' too nigga
I paid him 50,000
Check my album out nigga
February 11th you gonna hear him talk
You little bitch
Tryin' to jump off like its a promotional stunt
Seven days before your album drop
huh..you little bitch
Order of protection
From who?
Who I need an order of protection from nigga? (Laughs)
Ya lil' k..awe man
Mothafuckas man
Ya'll niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me
Yo, I'm here for the first time
rhyme is wut i do
raps got to climb
aint reached my prime
raps be real sick
through n through
thats the critical review
equivalent to a new clue
lookin for ill shiet
im making my debut
gotsta be a breakthrough
fool i make you... look silly
free you from the game like ya name was willy
yo wut the dilly
you so shook i keep u stilly
yea thats for really
P.Diddy-
O u know we had to do it
O u know we had to do it
ey' u know mary I don't think they're ready for this one
This is Faze one
Let's Work People
(Let's Work)
Mary J. Blige!
They Call me Diddy
Mary J. Blige-
Boy u know u got ur hopes in me
Ur on my mind every day constantly
I'm tired of holdin back the way I feel
Cuz wut I feel for u baby is real
Beyonce & Mary J. 1st Chorus-
U Give me everything I want
A little more than wut I need
I never felt this way before
That's why I wanna give u all of me
Boy u got me on my knees
Ur the one I want to drop all ur hopes in me
That's wuts up and u got me any ways
Boy u know I want ur hopes in me
Mary J.-
Someone like me doesn't always fall in love
'specially the dudes that I meet in the club
I aint realy into be gettin rough
Cuz boy i'm feelin u and that's wuts up
1st Chorus
Baby I'm so into u (I'm so in to u)
No one can do wut u do to me ( No one can hold me this way!)
This is a chance of a life time. to find me,
to make u mine, till the end of all time
1st Chorus again
50 Cent-
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty- ish yo birthday
we gon party like ish yo birthday
We gon sip bacardy like ish yo birthday
and u noe we dun give a fuck if that's yo birthday
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs,
im in there having sex i aint into maken love,
so come give me a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs,
im in there having sex i aint into maken love,
so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed
When i pull out up front u see the benz on dub's
When i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard i fuck with dre now they wanna show me love
When you sound like eminem and the hoez they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up
i see xzibit in the cut that nigga roll the weed up
If you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp
in the hood when the ladys saying 50 you hot
they like me, i want them to love me like they love Pac
but how them new york, niggas tell ya im loco
when the plan is to put the rap game in a choke-hold
im feelin focus man, my money on my mind
got a mill. out the deal and im still on the grind
Now shorty said she feelin my style she feeling my flow
A girlfriend with it get ride and we ready to go..(Ya ok)
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs,
im in there having sex i aint into maken love,
so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs,
im in there having sex i aint into maken love,
so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed
Mah flow, Mah show, brought me the dough,
that bought me all my fancy things,
Mah Crib, mah cars, Mah pools, Mah jewls,
look nigga i done came up and i aint change
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
nigga you mad, i thought that you'd be happy i made it
Im that cat by the bar, toasting to the good light
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back ride
When it dark, Well be pumping in the club, its on
now wit my eyes on my bitch, if she smiles, she gone
if the roof on fire, let that mothafucka burn
if u talken about money homie, i aint concern
imma tell you wat Banks told me cause go ahead switch the style up
if niggas hit the letta make watch the money pile up
or we go upside ur there wit a bottle of bub
you know where we fucking B
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs,
im in there having sex i aint into maken love,
so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed
You can find me in the club,
bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs,
im in there having sex i aint into maken love,
so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed
ha ha ha ha
Dont act like u dont know who we be neitha' nigga
we in da club all da time nigga
if itz a problem pop off nigga
G unit
Beyonce-
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gon' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you look sexy!
I'm the chick with the hot ish, manolo blahnik,
Jimmy choo kicks, killin' it, who you with?
Me & my girls at the party with the diamond zinati's
I'm that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.
I'm that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabulous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some bud,
Daddy I got what you need imma sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, imma sexy little thug.
Repeat
My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed.
I'm that girl wearing chanel pearls,
Chandeliers in my ears from ???
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair chic, smells sweet, like flow to flow
I'm the lady sipping baileys while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me I jus send them a bottle
I kno I got it but don't flaunt it even though brothas want it,
Dancin' dirrty while I'm flirtin, 'cause he' checkin' up on me.
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need imma sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, imma sexy little thug.
Repeat
My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed, ohhh
ohhh, ohhh ohhh, ohhh!
ohhh, ohhh ohhh, ohhh.
ohhh, ohhh ohhh, ohhh!
ohhh, ohhhoooooooooooooooooooooowww!! (into hook)
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need imma sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, imma sexy little thug.
Repeat
Yo u kno me I'm a straight-up nigga
So I tell a bitch exactly what I wanna do ya knah sayin?
If I'm in a club and I'm tryin to go home I'm like 'Yo ma wassup'
Ya kno get wit u ya kno
I mean tonight tho, not like next month
None of dat other shit ya knah sayin?
But u kno every now and then I be lyin
I aint gonn front, I be lyin to the hoes man
I can tell a bitch exactly what she wanna hear
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wanna be the reason u smile after u wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason theres 2 karats in each of ya ears
I'll splurge wit the paper ma, I dont care
How u like it, pumps or boots?
Jeeps or Coupes? Minks or leathers?
50 fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
Cuz when I shine, you shine c'mon
Fine champange, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas u could toss the dice
Don't let ya friends get u confused, sayin '50 bad news'
I need u in my life girl, ya too much to lose
Ay Puffy stop makin them muthafuckin 'I miss J.Lo' records nigga
Yo Chi, turn this shit off man I aint feelin this shit right now
Put sum hard shit on
--beats switches--
Yea c'mon uh hahaha yo
[Chorus 2x - 50 Cent]
Nigga u wont deny that I'm a fuckin rider
You dont wanna bump heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass you'll see
That it aint cool to fuck wit me
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
G Unit.. I roll wit gorillaz
Fuck a big bodyguard I hang wit pint-sized killers
I aint tryin to be dirty - still on the strip
I'm tryin to be dirty - filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope he think he a cowboy
Give him too much dope I'm pushin a big boy
V-12 XL detail
I rap and wait for dem checks in the mail
And if u hatin in due time ya life will expire
Cuz my guns speak Jamaican they be like 'Bloodfire!'
Where I'm from niggas be on sum sneak shit
When hungry use they lighters to cook they beef stick
And its dro and its Nestle, got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights headed towards Vegas
Not slot machine niggas, we crap table playas
I roll a 7 cuz we crap table playas
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
I kno alot of niggas want Banks gone
But my kinda beef'll fuck up ya grill and not the kind u put franks gone
I'm hot now so my meals is home-cooked
I deal wit more hoes than a Chinese phonebook
You hidin wit ya messed-up ratchets
I'm out blowin haze bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck Uz' in ya ride, this tool's on my side
Got females standin' wit tattoos on her thighs
Visualize cats losin they wives
Cuz the next time I see em they got black and blues on they eyes
Nah I aint ready to die but I'm prepared
I'd rather grow old wit gray hairs in my bed
They kno me in the field, the kid wit the fans
That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If u talkin bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city stadium tour roll me in the wheels muhfucka..
(Justin)
Baby come close let me tell you this
In a whisper my heart tells you know it too
Baby we both share a secret wish
And your feeling my love reaching out to you
(Justin&Kelly;)
Timeless don't let it end no
Now that your right here in my arms where you should stay
Hold tight baby
Timeless don't let it fade out of sight
Just let the moment sweep us both away
Lifting us to where we both agree,
This is timeless, Love
(Kelly)
I see it all baby in your eyes
When you look at me you know I feel it too, Yes I do
(Justin&Kelly;)
So lets sail away and meet forever baby
(Kelly)
Where the crystal ocean melts into the sky
(Kelly)
We shouldn't let the moment pass
Makin me shiver lets make it last
(Justin&Kelly;)
Why should we lose, Don't ever let me go
Time
(Justin&Kelly;)
Baby it's timeless, Baby it's timeless
Timeless,
(Justin) Don't let it fade out of sight
(Kelly)Just let the moment sweep us both away
Lifting us to where we both agree
(Justin&Kelly;)
This is timeless, this is timeless
Love
BoYIt's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
boy...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
boy...
Never leave me hangin around by myself again...
you make me feel like a lil ol kid
all i do is cry cry cry
i want to be wih you and all you say i
lie oh lie
Boy...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Boy...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Boy...
50 cent- i know what u like
i know what you like
i know what i need
you like...
and i need you with me
now we could roll the windows and blow these trees
get jewels in the city in my brand new V's
shorty i know what you like
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho you like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino, christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what you like
dolce gabanna, louis vuitton, tight sergio valentes, turn me on
im thugged out shorty, im not trynna be rude,
but i prefer you be in the nude when im the mood
from high school i dunno much about the french couture
but i know i like the way you look, question
ever had sex in the car? sex with a star?
bigger the boobs, the more buckles on the bra,
imma take you out the hood girl i have you lookin propa
turn you into a sex fifth ave shoppa
my white gold come fresh out the projects
she'll appreciate me more thats my logic,
i put no price on happiness, money is no object,
im headed straight to the top, and this is my mind set
im not a rocket scientist but im bright
i can predict a lotta shit,
shorty i know what you like
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho you like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what u like
you could shop at express but no mo gap and no mo guess,
let me show you what i like
designer shit, ambecrombie and fitch to fit, i found my nitch
everything i spits a hit, my flow sick
i aint been on a trick but shorty treat me right,
then i buy you what you like, c'm here
let me touch on you, i let you touch on me,
put my tounge on you, you put ur tounge on me
let me ride on you, and you can ride on me
you do it all night and we can have a balla night
im legit now used to break laws,
now you could read the benifits of world tours,
big house, big benz, girl its yours,
mink, coupes, italian shoes, stones with no flaws,
you aint got to look like a model for me to adore you,
all you gotta do is love me and be loyal,
don't indulge in my past,
fuck what happened before you,
cuz i need some hunnies gon hate you, that never saw you,
i know what you like
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho you like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what you like
you could shop at express but no mo gap and no mo guess,
let me show you what i like
escada, sean john, bottles of don,
imma spit till i get 20 mil a flick like martin lawrence,
i sweet talk you if you like,
cuz all you really want is a nigga to treat you right, right?
you can hit the (??)
i could play with that ass, take a hot bubble bath,
in the champagne glass, was a mystery to me,
i'll be real clear soon,
i bet the sex warm and wet like the beach in can cun
you know what fuck me up more? watchin her lick her lips,
im watchin her walk, she hypnotize me with her hips,
shorty aint fat, fat, i seen her she was a star
titties stood up straight without a pushup bra
and her hate game was awesome, she aint never say no,
skin look like cinamon, booty like j.lo,
she got me wishin i could bone her,
smellin like chanel mixed with a weed aroma,
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho u like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what you like
u could shop at express but no mo gap and no mo guess,
let me show you what i like
Nobody likes my penis
Nobody my penis, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like orgi's anyway
...And I don't like your orgi's anyway
Fuck all y'all in the ear!!!
My ass talk for me, my fuck talk for me
My pubes talk for me
BLAT! Wutup mom
For bitches who don't know my hair cut
...They wanna shake my hand cuz the poo I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
I Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash cracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to soap
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
straight
[Hook]
Scream murder! [I don't believe you!]
Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!]
Murder! [I don't believe you!]
Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark it, so I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear 'He say, She say' shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft dawg, don't be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, 'Damn, 50 really spitted on em'
'You heard that shit?' 'Yeah, 50 really shitted on em'
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, (what, what)
[Hook]
Y'all people don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
(feat. Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent:] You want some of this?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
Nigga its on
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
You better be gone
It could be in the late night or in the morn
Shells will bend your ass up word is born
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
Nigga its on
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
You better be gone
It could be in the late night or in the morn
Shells will bend your ass up word is born
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You say you a shooter nobody believes you
I don't say i'm a shooter I just shoot if I need to
Gat bust
Adrenaline rush
High off dust
Rap tycoon
Mossberg boom
Nigga I go through ya whole set
I come through ya hood bumpin' Bobby Womack
Old school, new school
Nigga don't move
I run up right behind your ass lightin' up the tool
Nigga what?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
Nigga its on
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
You better be gone
It could be in the late night or in the morn
Shells will bend your ass up word is born
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
Nigga its on
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
You better be gone
It could be in the late night or in the morn
Shells will bend your ass up word is born
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah nigga
50 nigga
You know what time it is
The Talk Of New York
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'm like a Mexican drug lord my cash come quicker
I'm sittin' on bricks like a Columbian nigga
Movin' Coke alot of that white shit
On the Amtrak comin' back with this dyke chick
And this white bitch
Man I just bought a nice whip
Chi Chi get that Yayo homie toss that brick
They lovin' my product
They fiendin' to buy it
Man I got these fiends gettin' skinny like Bohemian Diets
Po Po they creep pass
Man I peep task
They lookin' at my face cause I shoot like Steve Nash
The Llama in the truck
Baby mama baggin' up
Got Medina in the cut
So these fiends ballin' up
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
Nigga its on
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
You better be gone
It could be in the late night or in the morn
Shells will bend your ass up word is born
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
Nigga its on
When you hear that... [gun cocking]
You better be gone
It could be in the late night or in the morn
Shells will bend your ass up word is born
[50 Cent:]
You hear that boy Yayo
Ah man
Its crazy
You just 'gon give 'em that for free?
Ah man
I'm puttin' this shit out man
Tony Yayo man...
2nd quarter
feat. MOBB DEEP)
Havoc Intro
Yeah
50 Cent Intro
Oh Yeah..
What the fuck you lookin at shorty?!
Hahaha...
You don't want it lil' nigga..
50 Cent Chorus
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
Havoc Verse
Niggaz ain' nuttin' but cloud killaz fo' real
Im down with the unit for the gorillaz fo' real
Go bananas if you want (ooh ohh) gettin' pill
Y'all shoot cuz he shoot, we do this for real
Clap me'z a motherfucker, make more mills
Cash me a cheque, cop more wheels
Shorty you a bad bitch a good ass steal
Now hop up on this dil's and smeer that lip gloss
Me and P share bitches like we switch Porsche
My hammer navigate B, Hummer don't get lost
Boy, the desert eagle have dat whole shit ripped off
We get that ??guap?? cuz we make
Shit to pop heavy rotation that shit flop
Wont stop til we get, to that top
If that gun too far then you will get ??axed??
Y'all niggaz aint real ya just talk a lot
50 Cent Chorus
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
Prodigy Verse
If you killa then kill somethin'
You talkin' all day, frontin'
Killin' nutin you niggaz iz real gay
See me shinin', mad diamonds now what can i say
I'm a megastar never thought it be this way
Niggaz fightin' for the bottom, i feel your pain
I'm at the top and i'm never cumin' back again
'xcept for when i come to scoop lil' shorty good brains
Out the hood, you see me in your hood, dont play
I open up your head and expose your brain
Its not a joke or a game
And i ain't tryna advance my rap lines, please believe what i say
I'm a mob nigga, nigga i do this all day
Hit the weed hit the gas on a landscape
See me cummin' through the club, get outta my way
You don't know me, man get outta my face
'for i flip, no shit, niggaz get sprayed
50 Cent Chorus
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
(50 Cent)
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Young Buck, Game
G G G G G G G G G G G-Unit!
See I'm A City Boy, Man I Ain't from the south
50 Cent Man Ya Niggaz Know Wat I'm About
I'm Bout My Money Mayne, I'm On The Paper Chase
I Have Doc Tyin Yo Face Like A Shoe Lase
See I Don't Play No Games, I Cut Ya Up Mayne
I Get Tired Of Hearin You Talk, I Fuck Ya Up Mayne
You See Me In The Club, You Know A Nigga Strap
Picture Me Partyin, Playin Games, Without My Cap
(Young Buck)
They Say The Clubs A Death Trap
Cuz Niggaz Be Beefin, And they be thinkin its cool,
So They Be Right Were They Be Left At
Wonder Why I Dress Black
Cuz Aint No Tellin Were I Gotta Bust This Tech At
Click Clack! Mean Get Back Or Get Hit
Them Niggaz Tried To Rob Me But They Ain't Get Shit
Quick Wit The 4-5 Nigga Take That
And Call Game, Tell Him Scoop Me In The May Back
(Chorus)
Y'all Niggaz Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
Y'all Aint Fuckin Wit Us
Homie!
Y'all Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
Y'all Aint Fuckin Wit Us
(Lloyd Banks)
It's 2004,
New Pound In The Drawer
New Powder Is All,
With Jewels Outta The Store
The Flashy, Playboy Fools Try To Ignore
Y'all Gon Make Me Build A Pool Outta The Floor
Before You Come Acting Wild
Ask Saddam For Advice
Cuz You Gon Be In The Ground For A Whilen Now
My Weed Is Exotic, Fuck Wit A Basics
Purple Haze Got My Ass Stuck In The Matrix
(Chorus)
Y'all Niggaz Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
Y'all Aint Fuckin Wit Us
Homie!
Y'all Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
Y'all Aint Fuckin Wit Us
(Game)
I'm Outta N.Y.A
I'm Wit My Hatian Crew
Any Beef Wit G-Unit
Niggaz Will Eat You Like Jamaica Food
A Year Ago I Was Makin Moves
The Closest I Ever Been To N.Y Was Crush Crew
Now I Walk Threw Manhattan
Pants Saggin Me And Shy Money
Tryin To Get Fifty To Put On A Pair Of Cackys
We Fuckin Niggaz Up From Compton To Queens
Wright Wat You Want You Still Can't Sell Your Magazine Bitch!
(Chorus)
Y'all Niggaz Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
Y'all Aint Fuckin Wit Us
Homie!
Y'all Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
Y'all Aint Fuckin Wit Us
G G G G G G UNIT!
Theres A Price On Your Head Motherfucker
Nigga I'm Here To Gad Dammit Take The Hit 50 Wat You Want Me To Do Nigga Lets Ride
Nigga Only Worth A Buck Anyway I'll Kill Him For A Dollar
Its All Hood Game You In The Game Nigga Come To Riches And The Bitches and The Fame
See You In The Streets I'll Knock Your Bitch Ass Out
G-Unit Nigga And Yayo Home Bitch!
G G G G G G G G G UNIT!
{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line {*scratching*}
[50 Cent]
G U-nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
{*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
[50 Cent] (Missy)
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
{*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*}
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
{*scratching*}
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line {*scratching*}
[50 Cent]
G U-nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
{*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
[50 Cent] (Missy)
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
{*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*}
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
{*scratching*}
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
Without Meat vol. 2
[Obie Trice]
"Obie Trice, Real Meat No Gimmicks..."
[Fleminem]
Two trailer park beefs go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.
Two trailer park beefs go round the outside,
round the outside, round the outside.
[Female Voice]
"Ooooohhhhh!"
[Fleminem]
Guess what's back, back again
Meat is back, tell some men
Guess what’s back, guess what's back,
guess what's back, guess what's back,
guess what's back, guess what's back,
Guess who's back...
I've created a new meat, cuz nobody wants to
See turkey no more they want Ham
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Ham, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of pee mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that will jumpstart my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the Dr. when I'm not cooperating
When I'm eating the table while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Lamely
But your husband's are problems is complicating
So the MeatCC won't let me be
Yo let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on Bake TV
But it feels so empty without meat
So c’mon man put me in ya fridge , bum on your lips
jump back, jiggle her lip and wiggle a bit
And get ready cuz this lunch it’s about to get heavy
I just settled all my love and , fudge on Debbie!"
Now this looks like a Lunch for me
So everybody just let me
Cuz we need a little pork & beef,
Cuz it feels so empty without meat
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little pork & beef,
Cuz it feels so empty without meat
Little aliens, kids feeling rebellious
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feeling like prison is helpless,
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "Rich"
A visionary, vision is I’m Scaredy , could start a revolution,
Pollutin' the air waids a rebel
So let me just revel and bask,
In the fact that I got everyone eating my meat
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to eat so darn much of my meat you eat for me?
Well I'm back (*Batman Noise*) fix your bent antenna
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the meeting
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as soon someone mentions me
Here's my 5 cents, my 7 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?
Now this looks like a lunch for me
So everybody just let me eat
Cuz we need a little pork & beef,
Cuz it feels so empty without meat
I said this looks like a lunch for me
So everybody just let me eat
Cuz we need a little pork & beef ,
Cuz it feels so empty without meat
A tisk-it a task-it,
I go tit for tat with anybody who's lightin’ this & that lit
Ms. kapatrick, you can get your meat stole
Worse than them little imp Limp CABizkits
And Obie, you can get stun by Obie,
You 36 year old bald headed scared to know me
You don't know me, you're too old
Let go, it's over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I will be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since He turned himself into a simple
But sometimes (*wow*) it just seems,
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must meat I'm disgusting,
But its just me I'm just o up scene
Though I'm not the first thing of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley,
To do Black Music so selflessly
And use it to get myself worthy (*Hey*)
There's a concept that works
20 zillion other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the fridge
It'll be so empty without meat
Now this looks like a lunch for me
So everybody just let me eat
Cuz we need a little pork & beef ,
Cuz it feels so empty without meat
I said this looks like a lunch for me
So everybody just let me eat
Cuz we need a little pork & beef ,
Cuz it feels so empty without meat
Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la
Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la
"Skids!"
sup hommie
i wanna hate u til ya die
i wanna hate u til you cry
i wanna be myself!
so sick of everyone today
so sick of the whole world
thats why i want to die
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
[Verse 1]
I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let's go, let's flow nigga
[Chorus - Singing - 2X]
War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
But niggas keep frontin'
Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
Die like a soldier
[Outro - Talking]
War, state of mercy nigga
You see me pop off nigga
Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, 'Rotten Apple'
And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga
Uh huh, ya heard
(feat. G-Unit (uncredited))
[50 Cent]
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
[random shout outs]
[50 cent and G-Unit]
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS
[Lloyd Banks]
My advice for y'all niggaz is stop frontin
'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up?
[50 Cent]
Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip
Get in the whip, it's a wrap
[Lloyd Banks]
Nah fuck that
[50 Cent]
Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that
Niggaz running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out
[Lloyd Banks]
50 let me drive
[50 Cent]
Nah I got this, nigga chill out
[Lloyd Banks]
It'd be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back
[50 Cent]
Just get in the corner store cause it's full of them A-rabs
They blowin' the shit up like it's okay
I got a bomb on my waist I'm Kamikaze [laughing]
I dare Ds to get next to me
[Lloyd Banks]
Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me [explosion]
Yeah, yeah that's it, it's a freestyle
The fuck you want for free?
Fucking A-rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building
Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week
In my hood when you young you taught to handle yo bizz nigga..commin from where..im from where im from
Im from NewYorkCity eyes on the prize dodgin the world..il fry you head like a project perm..bullets burn..my right hands in the earn..how tha hell did i diserve to be placed in a situation where nobodys concerned cursed the cowards dats braggin and didnt clap they mouth..you diserve a beating faster then tha fat mans heart i play my part were respected every minute every seconde
In my hood when you young you taught to handle yo bizz nigga..commin from where..im from where im from
Cash bills where i call home..theres no one to call on its every man for himself ..i come from the bottom..iv been tha nigga behind tha trigger..and been in front of the bullet but where im from..we dun think bout it we pull it...crips n bloods
Intro
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame..
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field
Verse 1
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
when you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
im a legend in the town, Nowww
since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
nigga see me dummin' im comin clutchin the pound
dont worry about my whereabouts
we air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
the pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
* th-th-th thats what's up
you too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame.
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field
Verse 2
You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
niggaz dont give a fuck
i seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin face
see in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
when your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
slugs aint never outta season
all you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
blood stains on the ceilin'
same place he stood, thats what they leave um
dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
you know the drill
i'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark
1 Fuck that. 3 gunshots Ah bitch! Rest in bits
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field
[50 Cent] G-Unit haha
[Lloyd Banks]
I dont know where you from but out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict don't come outside
Get your hands on a gun
Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
I'm hear talkin' to the street now
That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
You still strugglin down to your last rock
G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot
You thought you wouldn't hear my voice
I'm in the hood cause I'm hood
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine
I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime
Becardi in a party, you sorry
I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
[Lloyd Banks]
My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day
On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em
I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump
I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
I got enough 16's to battle 2 states
I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic
Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist
Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum
I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons
Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
Armed with a new K
So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday
My charm get it usually
You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps
Start your career from the back of a milk carton
Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya
But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks,
GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
I dare you to say something, haha,
I dare you to say something back nigga...
Hey now Hey now Hey now
Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright
when I see you smiling I go oh oh ohh
I would never want to miss this
Cuz in my heart I know what this is
[chorus]
Heynow Heynow this what dreams are made of
Hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
I've got some where i belong ive got some body to love
this is what dreams are made of .
Have you ever wondererd what life is about?
You could search the world and never figure it out
You dont have to sail the oceans no no nooh
Happieness is no mystery it's here and now it's you and me (yeah)
[chorus]
open your eyes(this is what dreams are made of)
Shout to the skies( this what dreams are made of)
(50 Cent)
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm fitting to get in your ass
Nigga you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast!
(Lloyd Banks)
In all this conflict and beef is war
You can die on the humble when you reach the soar
So my vest is level 3 and my car is level 4
That's a bullet-proof Lex with a 200 pound door
I got too many issues too many pistols
Smack tear your leg off we attack like pit bulls
Ja fake Tupac screaming out Lou Minotti
The same nigga getting smacked on freshman Friday
(50 Cent)
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm fitting to get in your ass
Nigga you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast!
(Tony Yayo)
Pretty soon you have to pardon your role in your bridal ring
'Cause you keep going gold like The Lion King
You wouldn't buy a nigga's bootleg if you liked me
'Cause I ain't tryna hear that bullshit like Spike Lee
I'm outta sight B, Long Island iced tea
Timbaland's, white tee, both arms icy
We got enough money to pay the bill and peel
Listen to hip-hop when you drop better than B2K's
(50 Cent)
I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm fitting to get in your ass
Nigga you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast!
(50 Cent)
Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me
Niggas that said they gonna murk me never put it in work B
You pop that shit you got pistols but you never pop that shit
You just running your lip, put my gun on your lip
Pop off leave all your fucking teeth chipped
That's when you realize, you in deep shit
But keep running your yap, till your friend gets mangled
3 hoes and that nigga look like Charlie's Angels, you not a murderer
(50 Cent)
Haha nah you not a murderer nigga
I'mma dig deep in your ass you faggot
I'mma stop saying that shit 'cause I know you like that kinda shit
Fucken fruity ass nigga (laughing)
But I got something for your nigga (laughing)
Special Delivery nigga
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent:] Yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
When I grip the Tec
Hit the deck
I'll spray at you're way
Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay
Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today
Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say
Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move
Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol
Platinum on wrist blue
Wrist poppin' bling green by the fist full
I'm smokin' chong good
Don't ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on
That Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strap got it tucked know what I mean?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Its the general homie thats commanding these advances
My semi-automatic ravin'
Stay blazin'
The Rover be Etchel White
Shorty leaned over but i'm mad cause she got an over-bite
I got your baby's mother
Movin' overloads of Coke
For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
Homie we enrich you're bitch or hood rat
Thats why my waves spinnin' in that G Unit hat
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
Im wiser now,
Im not the foolish girl you used to know,
So long ago
Im stronger now
i've learned from my mistakes which way to go,
And i should know.
I put myself aside to do it your way
But now i need to do it all alone
*Chorus*
And i am not afraid to try it on my own
i don't care if im right or wrong
i'll live my life the way i feel
no matter what, i'll keep it real
Gadfly take no stock
in all the parrot talk
Egghead nuts in a shell
Travertine dell
Here's a souvenir
Thanks for being here
Go to bed with yourself
Travertine dell
Aren't you having a good time?
Aren't you full of your own wine?
I've been losing frustration
With this new information
All around the world
Quiet spires curl
How they sleep just as well
Outside
Travertine dell
Aren't you having a good time?
Aren't you full of your own wine?
I've been losing frustration
With this new information
All around the world
Quiet spires curl
Oh they sleep just as well
Outside
Travertine dell
Ya...Ok...You Surrender?...Huh?...You Wanna Play Rough...Ok...
Say Hello To My Little Friend(shots-scream)...You Surrender?...Huh?...
Want More?(shots-scream)...Hhhh(shots-scream)
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*Lloyd Banks*
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on
He ride wit me when I pass the mall
He'll wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask n all
Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside mah home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
He so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
Da best company when approachin business
He'll ride wit me till da end
We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*50 Cent*
My buddy got a temper
He dyin to pop off
Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off
Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash can
My fingertips sore from four hours of back grams
You meet him
Your destination hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He dun have a heart
I juss keep feedin him shells
He get it poppin in da hood, so his name ring bells
Ms.Jones stayed on da third floor
She called da cops on me
Dey came, I ran, I had to toss my humble lil homie
Niggaz know I got new friends, so they stay in dere place kid
I stay screamin on niggaz and beatin up base heads
These niggaz sayin donnie juss like it pretend
Keep fuck around and say hello to my little friend (Gun shots)
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*Young Buck*
We been through it all, and yet we both still leavin
We been in da box, but we both still spittin
And when it was peace
You even played yo position, got under da seat
Until we spotted our victim
At first dey wouldn't listen until they herd you go off
Rememba it was broad daylight in da middle of New York
And lil did they know we was ready for war
I bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out da door
See whenever you come out sumthin happen on da block
You da reason that nigga dun stop rappin like Pac
People see you and run n you aint even say shit
They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit
You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole
When da first one get out da next one goes
To know in ya head you gotta know where you been
Da glock stays wit me
We friends to da end
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
[Verse 1]
I didn't mean it when I said I didn't luv ya, so
I should've held on tight, I never should've let ya go
I didn't do noth-n, I was stupid, I was foolish
I was ly-n 2 ma self
I couldn't fathom I could eva b without ya luv
Neva imagined
I'd b sittin' here beside ma self
Cuz' I didn't no u
Cuz' I didn't no me
I thought I knew everything
I neva felt
Tha feel-n that I'm feel-n, now that I don't hear ya voice,
Or even touch n kiss ya lips, cuz' I dont have a choice
Oh what I wouldn't give 2 have ya ly-n' by my side
Right here, baby
[Chorus]
When u left I lost a part of me
It's still so hard to believe
Come back baby please come
We belong togetha
Who else M I gon' lean own
When timez get rough
Who'z gon' talk 2 me
On da phone til' da sun comez up
Who'z gonna take ya place
There aint nobody else
Oh baby, baby
We belong togetha
[Verse 2]
I cant sleep @ nite
When ya rome in my mind
Bobby Womack's on tha radio
Singin' 2 me
If ya think ya lonely now
Wait a minute this iz 2 deep
I gotta change tha station
So I,
Turn tha dial,
Tryna catch a break
N then I hear Babyface
I only think of u
It'z break-n' ma heart,
I'm tryna keep it togetha
But im fall-n apart
I'm feel-n all outta ma element
Throw-n' thangz, cry-n tryna
Figure out where tha h311 I went
Wrong
Tha pain reflected in this song
Aint even half of wat im
Feel-n inside,
I need ya, need ya back N ma life, baby
(Chorus 2x)
When ya left i lost a part of me
It'z still so hard 2 believe
Come back baby please come
We belong togetha
Who else m i gon lean own
When timez get rough
Who'z gon talk 2 me
On da phone til' da sun comez up
Who'z gon take ma place
There aint nobody else
Oh baby, baby
We belong togetha
BABY!!
WHEN YA LEFT I LOST A PART OF ME
IT'Z STILL SO HARD 2 BELIEVE
COME BACK BABY PLEASE CUZ
we belong to-GETHAA
WHO ELSE M I GON LEAN OWN
WHEN TIMEZ GET ROUGH
WHO'Z GON TALK 2 ME
ON DA PHONE TIL' DA SUN COMEZ UP
WHO'S GON TAKE YA PLACE
THERE AINT NOBODY ELSE
OH BABY BABY
we belong to-GETHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
[Intro/Chorus: Joe]
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna thug you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I know it gon' drive me, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I know it gon' drive you, crazy
[Verse One: Young Buck]
I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)
She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman
Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin
Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do
Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long
Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong
Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her
It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more
She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a friend
And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name
Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?
Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY
I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY
[Chorus]
[Verse Thre: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips
Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man
I sweet talk her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?
Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you
C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night
[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations
{*ad libs to end*}
[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it
[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
We said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin
[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in high school you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh
[Chorus 2X]
f/ Skip (U.T.P.), Young Buck
[Male voice talking]
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn't have to say that, ya'll already know
[Chorus] - 2X
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin' to see
If everythin' is alright
Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin' is alright
[Young Buck]
For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours
I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed
Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat
Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin'
Lettin' New York know these Unica niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages we'll be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin'
[Chorus]
[Skip]
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down
When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'?
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin'
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'
But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin'
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped 'em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em
[Chorus]
[Male voice talking]
We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha...
haha, can't forget, Teamwork Music, haha
[50 Cent]
Uh huh...yea
Verse 1
Shorty the Henny got me feeling right
Ya heard me?
My momma gone you could spend the night
Ya heard me?
I'm not playing I'm trying to fuck tonight
Ya heard me?
Clothes off face down ass up c'mon
Shorty you roll with the winners right
Ya heard me?
You see now me I got my money right
Ya heard me?
I'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play
When you come around my way
Ya heard me?
You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome
Ya heard me?
You could get in but don't touch the phone
Ya heard me?
Money come money go I know
But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho
Ya heard me?
In the street niggas sayin I'm nice
Ya heard me?
Watch flooded no more room for ice
Ya heard me?
Niggas be on tv struttin' hard
And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed
Ya heard me?
You might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed
Cause me, I be on my jog
[Chorus]
You like it when I back that ass up on you?
[50 Cent]
Ooh, baby I like it, I like it
When I work that ass, that ass
[50 Cent]
Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile
And baby I like it, I like it
[50 Cent]
Everytime we dance you make it worth my while
And baby I like it, I like it
[Verse 2]
Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers
I wanna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
We rap now we rollin and I'm holdin'
And I'm gonna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
I freak off with the video chicks
Ya heard me?
Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6
Ya heard me?
MTV they gonna play my hits
Ya heard me?
Even though I'm real ghetto and shit
Ya heard me?
I got a g niggas shoot that ace
Ya heard me?
Your ass bettin' I'm gonna cut your face
Ya heard me?
Last thing I need is to catch a new case
I don't know nothing about them high heads but I sell base
Ya heard me?
The city boys trying to kill a kid
Ya heard me?
Shot me up in front of my crib
Ya heard me?
He had the drop I couldn't run from him
Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him
Ya heard me?
Little homie saying '50 you tough'
Ya heard me?
9 shots just wasn't enough
Ya heard me?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Nigga you best be commin' up with my cash
Ya heard me?
Don't make me go and get the Gat out the stash
Ya heard me?
I'll come back and pop one in your ass
Ya heard me?
Don't play wit the money, no not with the money
Niggas get knocked when they start playing games
Ya heard me?
Stop telling the police my name
Ya heard me?
I don't mind givin chicks them tips
Ya heard me?
They let me play with then tits and hips
Ya heard me?
When I come through they know I'm a thug
Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club
Ya heard me?
I rap but I'm still selling them o's
Ya heard me?
My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes
Ya heard me?
He said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better
And make a pimp more chedder
Ya heard me?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
50 make it crazy in the club
I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
I come through niggas always show me love
I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me
Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street
I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat
I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me
{50 Cent}
New York City, you are know ridin with, with 50 Cent, you gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch sunshine in my 745
You drive me crazy, shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I'll provide everything you need and I
Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe
{Nate Dogg}
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out
Would you still, have love for me?
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?
Girl...
[50 Cent}
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a Hoop-D from a Benz
Would you poof and disappear, like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I get out and peel a nigga cap and chill in drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I was flip burgers in Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feeling me?
In the bed, if I use my tongue would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
Now we can have a little drink, you know a Nightcap
And we can go do what you like, I know you like that
{Nate Dogg}
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?
Girl...
{50 Cent}
Now would you leave me if you father, found out I was thugging?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you're a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at you tryna figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said "It wasn't me"
Would you believe me?
Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond?
If that's all it takes for you to be gone
We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style
I'll say anything to make you smile
{Nate Dogg}
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?
Girl...
{Nate Dogg}
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us
G-g-g G Unit!
50 Cent
Shady
Aftermath
The Dream Team
We gotta get the "Get Well" cards
Niggas is sick
Feel this
Motion picture shit
Hahahaha
[50 Cent]
Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular
I got a P90 rule, gonna pop at ya
Catch ya slippin', I'mma give ya what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
You never had a hot gun on your waste and blood on your shoe
'Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through, what I been through
You not like me and I'm not like you (ha!)
I'm like an animal with it when I spit it, it's crazy
Got semi-autos and put holes in niggas tryna play me
One shot is not enough, you need at least an uzi to move me
After four bottles of "Don," the kid start feelin' woozie
I write my life, you write what you seen in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can't move me
I find my space at the top
I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me
I murder you, spray shells through your convertible
Lotus, you notice
Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door
This is war
You scared of me, you not prepared for me
The kid is back, 50 Cent
I know you like that, yea I know you like that
[Eminem]
Soon as a verse starts i eat at MC's heart
what is he thinkin? how not to go against me smart
and its absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props i feel i ever deserve
but I'll never be served
my spot is forever reserved
if i ever leave earth
that would be the death of me first
cuz in my heart of hearts i know nothin
could ever be worse
thats why im clever when i put together every verse
my thoughts are sporatic
i act like im an addict
i rap like am addicted to smack
like im kim mathers
but i dont wanan go forth and back
in constant battles
the fact is i would rather sit back
and bomb some rappers
so this is like a full blown attack
im launching at 'em
the track is on some battleing
rap who want some static
cuz i dont really think that the fact that im Slim matters
a plaque in platinum status is wack if im not the baddest
CHORUS:
Till the roof comes off
till the lights go out
till my legs give out
cant shut my mouth
till the smoke clears out
and my high burns out
I'ma rip this shit
till my bone collapse
till the roof comes off
till the lights go out
till my legs give out
cant shut my mouth
till the smoke clears out
and my high burns out
I'ma rip this shit
till my bone collapse
until the roof, the roof comes off
until my legs, give out from underneath me
I, i will not fall
i will stand tall
feels like no one can beat me
Chorus
You won't believe what Tia told me (You ain't gonna believe this shit nigga!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done it's a wrap nigga!!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm back baby I'm back back on my bullshit
I'm back movin around strapped with a full clip
These rap niggas they back talkin that back talk
I stab a hole in your fat back with the black hawk
Who got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back?
I got the black on black Louis sack, filled up with the straps
Navy blue CTS leanin in the 'lac
Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back
Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me
Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me
You ain't got a street bone in your whole body
Your not, who you think you are
With your gun and your badge you think your hard
Actin like your movin blow in the streets
Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat, and you the police
Chorus
You won't believe what Tia told me, your fuckin career is over homey
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough talk
That fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New York
You wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled?
Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at it
First, It's We The Best, then it's We Depressed
After this shit flop there like damn We Stressed
We a mess he's not the nigga to test
It's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vest
Call me crazy go 'head call me crazy
Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe
Imagine how she felt when she seen how I lived
When I use the intercom to find niggas in my crib
Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far
My money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ Par
Early in the mornin turn your radio on
50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
Chorus
You won't believe what Tia told me (Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done Ricky!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just feel like I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!!
I have disposable cash, I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!!!
To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!!
I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!
L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!
I mean I have to help him out with somethin over there
Because I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it out
You know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!
Chorus
You won't believe what Tia told me (You won't believe it!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Tia's diary!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!!!!!!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
[50 Cent]
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Ave shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girl
I'm down to splurge
If it's ice you like I'll light up your life
VS2 Clarity aiight?
I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit a lot
I gave jewels I imported for her
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
[Destiny's Child]
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even though that my friends don't seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
[50 Cent]
Ayo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it's Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we don't spend time
When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo when shorty say she hate me
You know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar
That mean she want some Bubbly
See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss
That's how she on it
When I met her she was low key
Now she wanna OD
You know me I let her do her thing son
I say what I'm feeling
Niggas say that I'm illing
I sip Cristy so I'm pissy
Like a staircase in your building
What?
[1 - Destiny's Child]
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even though that my friends don't seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
(2x)
[2 - Beyonce]
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
How my baby laces me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
And I think its jealousy
[Repeat 1 & 2 till end]
(feat. Destiny's Child)
[50 Cent]
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girl
I'm down to splurge
If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity alright
I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported for her
Chanel bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
[1 - Destiny's Child]
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even though my friends don't seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
[50 Cent]
Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it's Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we don't spend time
When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo when shorty say she hate me
You know she mean she love me
When she play me close at the bar
That mean she want some Bubbly
See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss
That's how she on it
When I met her she was lowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me I let her do her thing son
I say what I'm feeling
Niggas say that I'm illing
I sip Cristy so I'm pissy
Like a staircase in your building
What?
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
[Repeat 1 & 2 till end]
[2 - Beyonce]
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
How my baby laces me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
And I think its jealousy
[Intro]
This is 50
[Chorus]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 1]
I got a hit ya, its ya trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that ?? and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money ???, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit
And a nigga with a knife, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips
[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
[Bridge]
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
[Gunshots]
[Verse 1]
(Whoo Whoo) It's gangsta
(Whoo Whoo) It's gangsta
(Whoo Whoo) It's gangsta
Yo Yo
These rap niggas spend alot of time writin punch lines
I walk in the vocal booth and just speak my mind
Look in my eyes, you see it, I lay it for the chedda
Twice I bet my life
I survived, I'm better
Niggas lookin all tough in the face
You screw me don't move me
I beat you till your black and blue, like my favorite coogie
Moved over your jokes, you know I'm gon shoot
See you gon pay me or the high school dupe
Don't call me to feature, I don't wanna rap wit ya
I brought my knife in the club, I came to scrap wit ya
Got a hiss when I talk, a bot when I walk
You know rappin with the grimiest nigga in New York
Fifty aka Ferrari, Fifty aka 50 Cent
Now fuck with me, cut a face off for fuckin up my product
As a young buck, I probably got your house party shot up
BLLAT!
[Hook}
Your thicker than water, your thicker than water,
your thicker than water, you can be a blood or a crip, nigga, bitch
follow me!
Your thicker than water, your thicker than water,
your thicker than water, you can be a blood or a crip, nigga, bitch
follow me!
[Verse 2]
Ha Ha Ha...Ja Thinks he's gonna shoot me..(50 Cent)
Let's take care of the murda mothafuckas. (Lloyd Banks)
(Lloyd Banks)
Yo You call Yourself murderers but U aint never killed
And Irv's really fat, never missed a meal
U better watch it, our gangstas loading up
Leave NYC now or get the fucked up.
We'll kill your whole crew, leave the three women
Empty out Ja, let Ashanti have a nice big dinner (slurp)
I never knew there could be so much pussies
So little veterans, these murderer rookies
Ride Wit Us? Is That A Song
Chink in The Water all day long hiding his thong
No Use, Your careers over
You'll get the full effect of my loaded up ruder
My 45's stashed in my dresser
I got my shotty, AK, and ready to impress her
Charlie looks like a new Michael Jackson
She'll get nine nice bullets the next Curtis Jackson
How dare you even mention our name on a track
Looks like you've been doin a little too much crack
Ja you need a down chick? You need to run
Who knows what might happen when I let off my gun (I DO)
We'll enter your bulding. ask your dumb guards for permission
(Guard) Aren't You 50, Yayo: Time to learn a lesson (gunshots)
Enter your dwellin area let off some clips
See Ja hanging limply, Irv wit a bag of chips
Blood sqirting the ground, Ashanti startin to cry
Whats funnier, Irv didnt say Goodbye
Jody and Crack are already runnin
I'll catch up though, out two in thier skulls bitch
This is real beef, dont confuse it
Bullets screwed your rap, your life, Irv you are losin
Chorus: (50 Cent)
These Murderas (Thinkin They Are Hott)
These Murderas (Are about to get Shot)
These Murderas (Aint look so damn big)
These Murderas (I'm that young ass kid)
Tony Yayo
These Murderas, yo they just really frightened
When they see the size of my shotty, only hightened
I aint never scared probably cuz i got a 12 guage shotty
Kill Ja and ashanti put five in Irv Gotti (HA HA)
Is the x a little too much for you?
I think, but Irv aint got nuttin to do.
Gun Shots for 0:28
Chorus 2x
Music Stops
This is how monster's function..
Leave me aloneee..
I ain' fuckin' with nobody..
Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh..
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain't no chump
Then you can run Forrest run retard when I dump
They take kindness for weakness, niggaz don't respect that
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreamin'
We jus' got in the town, we was strapped up schemin'
First Country caught a body, then country caught a body then
I popped a couple niggaz, then country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit you got to love it
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don't think nuttin' of it
It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggaz hold down the two's..
Chorus
I seen niggaz gettin' rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin' shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin' hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin' that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..
Yeah..
I was ?? since we was little niggaz son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
Niggaz popped his whip up, hit his can we were seven
He a lucky muhfucker I bet he make it to heaven
My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fuckin' stash up
I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
I mean I'm what you call smoke man, I'm what you call snort
First the VCR went, then the tv went
He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid
I ain' ask her for no money son cause I was out hustlin'
She was lookin' at me sideways like I'm a thief or somethin'
That hurt me, c'mon son that wouldn't hurt you
I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub..
The Lord don't have imperfections baby..
So I think I'm perfect the way he made me..
Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy..
Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazin'..
Chorus
I seen niggaz gettin' rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin' shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin' hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin' that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..
[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler
[Chorus]
[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your awkward
I tame I'm not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus]
I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch
With Obie Triiiiice
So watch what you say
Before you call our name
If you say one more thing
It won't be nice
[Verse: Eminem]
Here we go
I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jellous of us to love us
You ain't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin
D-Twizzy's comin
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50-Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it
I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit
Then Im a flip
Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
We gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho
Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!
G-G-G-G-G...G-G-G-G-G...G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!
(Tony Yayo)
You a half time hustla, im a full time hustla
(50 Cent)
Cuz I stay on the grind, i stay on the grind
(Lloyd Banks)
While you chasin your dick, Ill be chasin them tits
(50)
Cuz I stay On the grind, I stay on the grind
Man, the D's on me, cuz they caught me with a nine
And I, stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
(TY)
Wife be beggin, for me to spend time
(50)
Cuz I, stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
(Verse 1: 50 Cent)
All I do is sit and think of ways that I can come up
Hit tips of 1 up, then maybe they could gun up
My pockets are hurtin homie, I aint feelin this shit
Have yo mama screamin (BABY BOO, IS YA HIT?!)
I aint Scarface, "No women no kids" I dont give a fuck
Better teach that bitch and that little nigga ta duck
With a P90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive, you gon feel what time'll do to ya
I'm a hard-headed nigga, I came up so hard
Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God
If 10 planes hit the projects, nobody will care
Look around, they aint nothin but black folks around here
From brothers that become political, and start to manuever
They'll give you a hundred years man, they did it to Hoover
Ya, you can hate me or love me, when you see me bust shots
Come and hug me, come show me she loves me
(CHORUS: 50 Cent)
I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I aint got time for love. I'm tryna get mine, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got moans in the middle, and I'm always gon shine, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call when I'm busy, when you got spare time, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
(Verse 2: Tony Yayo)
I got claintell, I flip coke in a hurry
Darryl Strawberry even called me on the celly
And Whitney Houston, saw my coke be movin
I got the china white from the schuben
And my dope connects, the dudes be African
He got Boo-koo bucks, he be traffican
I know feinds that'll rob a train, to feed their vein
Feinds that'll kill an addict that support their habit
Feinds that'll pawn their jewels for dog food
So when I'm on the strip, you know I'm on the move
Fuck cops in a bentley, with low ass knowledge
I cop ten bricks and pay for a pilots
Now theres coke in Ohana, dope in Alabama
I'm, not a rapper, Tony Yay' is a scrambler
Remember back then, is when I slinged on the corner
I had the sheep skin, my girl had to love the barber
((Chorus))
(Verse 3: Lloyd Banks)
Dont get caught robbin the pot, cuz your hand'll be tossed
Get on both sides, its your man Berry Boss
Imma flood the watch, and every cross
Nevermind a horse, im in a porsche, its my turn to floss
Dont put me in a mix of your rap lies
Diss me, Ill dip you in toilet water so you can get baptized
I grew up with the peasants in the halls
Elevators is broke, probably have a specious in the walls
Now haters get wreckless with the calls
As Im fuckin their bitch and they buyin breakfast in the morn
Not to mention, he dresses in the malls
New Prada footwear, Nexino necklace with the fauls
I dont care if you over 300 pounds, dont seduce me
You'll get your big ass cut up like Bruce Lee
I wont stop till my starve eat
We got tools, thatll steam your ass around like a 5 heart beat
((Chorus))
Artist : L'Trimm
Song : Cars That Go Boom
Album :
Submitted by : miri
Corrected by : Shan Non
Rated : 9.3 (27 votes)
How many kinds, where can we start?
We like them dumb and we like them smart.
I like the ones with the pretty eyes,
Well i like all kinds of guys.
Stop. What happened, how about the ones we especially like?
Which ones?
You know the ones with the cars that go..
I hear you..
Hit it!
It was me and the possy with Bunny (G)
We were cruising in the Jag or the Lambourgini,
When low and behold there appeared a mirage,
He was hooking up a car in his daddy's garage.
We stopped short, did a double take,
He was looking so fly, I thought I wasn't awake.
He was obviously hooking up bass, I asume,
But then he turned a little button and the car went boom.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom,
We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom.
We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
We like them short, and we like them tall,
We like them one, and we like them all.
They're always adding speakers when they find the room,
Coz they know we like the guys with the cars that go boom.
And see my boyfriend really knows where it's at,
He's got 50 inch woofers all along the back.
He makes a comment on going to my room,
I'd rather stay out with his car that goes boom.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom,
We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom.
We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
Now if your car ain't got it, go out and get it,
We like the boom and don't you forget it.
So turn down the treble, and flaunt your bass,
So your car can be heard almost any place.
Coz when you're in the street you can't go far,
Without hearing the boom pouring out your car.
So if your speaker's weak, then please turn it off,
Coz we like the cars that sound so tough.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom,
We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
We like the cars, the cars that go boom.
We're Tigre and Bunny and we like the boom.
Everybody just beep your horn
Everybody just beep your horn at us,
Now clap!
Hit it!
Beep, beep beep beep beep!
Come on everybody!
Hey, hey hey hey hey!
Beep, beep beep beep beep!
[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
[50 Cent]
I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
[Lloyd Banks]
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named em pop when niggas surfboard
You aint stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
Beef, you a target
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
I aint a peoples person
I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes
Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
I'm blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
If you aint up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me
Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
You only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)
[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
That's what's up
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy
Aint nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a ruger on my hip
You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)
[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
[Tony Yayo]
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don't get moved on
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
Then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back
It's the China White
And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice
Let's ride O T
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps
[Banks]
Word to my motha nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga
We about to guerilla this industry man
Yall niggas better know
Yall niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga
Fuck yall niggas wanna do
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks nigga
Bllllatttt
i got the states niggaz running to the toilets/shitting on the seats coz of my effect/african nigga,getting bigger, but with old reeboks/i smell the power of the cent
i m about to get richer/i,m lyrical hitman and i,m about to take ja rule off/niggaz fromn cape to abuja understand my cypher temper/watch out caz i,m about to cut your member/you still the kindergarten wonderkid,but i,m to show you i'm the old school og/takin mcees out like i'm chemical ali/speeding thru the metaphors like i'm a rally veteran/preaching the rhymes like i'm Stegling the reverend/take notice all you cats taking vacation on my throne/i'm about to kick ass like cats is getting bone/now is the time to finally return home/this is a tenth of what is supposed to be shown/and please stop being eminem clones
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on
I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'
(Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
and Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ 50 Cent ]
Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it's necessary (necessary)
For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi (stones in my resi, YEAH)
I used to push a Chevy (uh huh), about to cop a Bentley (what)
And stun on these niggaz 'till my tank on empty (tank on empty)
This gangsta shit is in me (in me), the money I got plenty (plenty)
I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from any (any)
I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny)
I marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny)
I ain't in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy)
50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high)
50 got the fuckin' hood on lock (lock, what)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Lloyd Banks ]
When I'm knockin' you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door
It sounds like you going through this (AH) before (AH)
My passport is valid, so I'm goin' through Asia
Flyin' through Paris, stoppin' in Britain, shoppin' and shittin' (YEAH)
If you ain't jumpin' off of the truck, you walkin'
We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks (Rosa Parks)
My name papi, so I'm higherin' the price
Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life (OH)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Tony Yayo ]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural (uh huh)
The only time I don't fuck, is in the AIDS capital (YEAH)
Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein' it
I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin' (C'MON)
See the cross on my neck?
Hoes want to know what's the course on my neck (course on my neck)
First she said no, now she almost said yes (almost said yes)
Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin' up a sweat (sweat, sweat)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
You know it's me when I'm cruisin' through your motherfuckin' hood
And shit nigga, Don't try to act like you don't know it me
And shit, You know what I'm sayin'?
I didn't put no tints on the motherfucker
So you could see me nigga
If I'm gonna spend $125,000 on some wheels
I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh)
Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate
The license plate say: 'Get one nigga' (haha)
Can you get one nigga?
B.I.G. man your nigga have some indasty
Sell 4 mill then half you
Get off my dick on the set (woooooo)
I know you nigga copying my style
They stay at home along in tha zone bumping 50 shit
That gangsta music a (damn)
That make you wanna grab the crom and
Just rom on they on and do how the gangsta do it a
Niggas what problem you all welcome
Frenks not around en'more New York's mys (g unit radio)
Bloodset, cripsset, gangsta, respect
I give niggas the green light and get they whole feet wet
You been rapping a long time you aint got chips yet
You had that house a whole week nigga you aint flip yet (get back)
Before i leave your crip i make fo'show i dont forget shit
Macksent clipsent best check iam ready to roll
Its no contest iam the coldest from the east
Niggas mad iam doing good so i wake up to new beef
Nigga saying i know 50 back when his names was boo
When he use to pump ?? on ?? before he blow
Then when that come through saying whats up iam like who is you
When never made know money together who are you (get back)
Cocane, baking soda, pot full of boiling water
Teach you how to cook crack nigga how you like that
Turn a buck into a stack man i mean a G stack
Just took you from three and a half to fourteen you peep that
Sceem shit keep shit on the low nigga
We row shit smoke shit past the dro nigga
They stay at home along in tha zone bumping 50 shit
That gangsta music a
That make you wanna grab the crom and (taking it to the streets)
Just rom on they on and do how the gangsta do it a a (g unit radio)
Yeah man keep real gangsta like you know what iam saying
November fourth g unit album in stores
November fourth g unit sneaker in stores
Its going down like that you know what iam saying
Silver back gorillas in a concert jungle baby hahaha you got love it (damn)
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent)
I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn
(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us
We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go
(Chorus)
Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent)
I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn
(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy'll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I'm sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P's was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there's nothin you can teach us
We're in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go
(Chorus)
I can't get out of bed today
Or get you off my mind
I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind
I ain't trippin', i'm just missin' you
You know what i'm sayin', you know what i mean
You kept me hangin' on a string
Why you make me cry
I try to give you everything but you just gave me lies
I ain't trippin', i'm just missin' you
Ya know what i'm sayin', ya know what i mean...yeah
Every now 'n then when i'm all alone
I be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me there but ya never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothin' i can do
I'm such a fool over you
I can't take it
What am i waiting for
My heart's still breakin' i miss you even more
And i can't fake it the way i could before
I hate you but i love you
I can't stop thinking of you
It's true...i'm stuck on you
Now loves a broken record
That's been skippin' in my head
I keep singin' yesterday
Why we gotsta play these games we play
I ain't trippin', i'm just missin' you
Ya know what i'm sayin, ya know what i mean...Yeah
Every now 'n then when i'm all alone
I be wishin' you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me there but ya never do
I feel like such a fool
I can't take it
What am i waiting for
My heart's still breaking
I miss you even more
And i can't fake it the way i could before
I hate you but i love you
I can't stop thinking of you
It's true...i'm stuck on you
Everynow 'n then when i'm all alone
I be wishin you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me there but ya never do
I feel like such a fool
Theres nothing i can do
I'm such a fool over you
I can't take it
What am i waiting for
My heart's still breaking
I miss you even more
And i can't fake it
The way i could before
I hate you, but i love you
I can't stop thinking of you
I hate you, but i love you
I can't stop thinking of you
(Don't know what to do)
I'm stuck on you
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!)
YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!)
(YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!)
BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!)
I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT
I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless
Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
New York New York!!!! I run New York!!!!
Ask Dread at the weed spot I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me
BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out
Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah
Chorus
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)
When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then
Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin in
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City clock now
Okay okay - try me and get shot down
I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin general, I RUN MY CLIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires
Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted
I don't play no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+
Then we 'T.O.S.', put that ass to rest
Chorus
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)
ya lets take em back ..ah ha
(50 cent) verse 1
coming up i was confused my ma ma kissing the girl CONFUSION occurs COMIN' up in the cold world daddy aint around probbaly out commiting felonys my favorite rapper used to sing CHECK check out my melody i wana live good so shit i sell dope for a four finger ring and one of those gold ropes na na told me if i pass ill get that sheep skin coat if i could move a few packs ill get that hat now that will be dope tossed and turned in my sleep at night WOKE up the next morning niggas HAD STOLE my bike diffrent day same shyt aint nuttin good in tha hood wake up run away from this bitch and never come back if i could
hook x2
hate it or love it the underdogs on top and im gone shine homie till my heart stop ..go ahead envy me im raps mvp i aint goin no where so you could get to no me
(the game) verse 2
on the grill of my low rider guns on BOTH sides right up under the gold wireS i 4 5 'EM kill a nigga on my soule REALLY DO IT that's the true meaning of a ghost writer 10 gz will take your daughter out of air forces believe in me homie i know all about loses im from compton where the wrong colors be cautious one phone call have your body dumped in moses i stay strapped like car seats been banging since my lil nigga rob got killed for his barkleys thats ten years i told po in 95 ill kill you if you try me for my air max 95s told banks wen i met him ima ride if i gotta die rather homocide i aint have 50 cent when my grandmama died now im going back to cali with my jacob on see how time flys
hook x 2
50 cent
from the begining to the end losers lose winners win this is real we aint gotta pretend THE cold world that we in IS full of pressure and pain ENOUGH OF ME NIGGA NOW LISTEN TO GAME
the game
used to se 5 0 thru the crack by the bench now im fucking wit 5 0 its all starting to make sense my ma'S happy she aint gotta pay the rent and she got a red bow on that brand new benz waitng ON sha money to last siting in tha range just thinking how they spent 30 million dollrs on air planes when theres kids starving and pac is gone and brendas still throwing babys in the garbage i wana no wats going on like i hear marvin no school books they use that wood to build coffins when im ever in the booth and get exausted i think wat if marie baker got that abortion ...i love you ma
hook x2
[50 Cent]
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh
Comin' up I was confused my momma kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
Money and them gold ropes
Santa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[Game]
I Told Dre from the gate I carried the heat for ya
First mixtape i inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya
G-G-G-G(G-UNIT!) Fo Ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my NWA gold and
Had the whole crowd yellin 'Free Yayo'
So Niggas betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn yo' projects into columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened to DC
This nigga ain't Gotti
He pretend
He mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems yo' little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch
When the Doc was out who gave the west coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus - (50 Cent & Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Yeah, Yeah envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Yeah, Yeah envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin of the end
Losers lose winners win
This is real we dont gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
Its full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change its stayin the same
[Lloyd Banks]
How many of them balls was wit ya
When you had that little TV
You had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin with the snub
Cos niggas do a lot of slip talkin in the club
Til they coughing on the rug
I aint never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model was gone
Snortin up his drugs
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boi' just got poked in the throat
Now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now im speedin' reminiscin'
Holdin' my weed he never listen
If I see him never livin
Maybe that'll even the score
But if not it'll be me on the floor.
[Chorus - (50 Cent & Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[Tony Yayo]
I started out at 15
Scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack
And i made them sales
As a youth man i used to hustle for loot
With that little deuce deuce
And my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy jesus
Rockin' the leases
But mama whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life an think thank god im blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Young Buck]
You know im still nice wit my cook game
Look man
It's a hood thang
Thats why im loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine
Just like a real nigga should
If I do some time
Homie I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout
Born to die
I took the bullets outta fifty
Put em in my .45
And i aint even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who aint seen a royalty check
[Chorus - (50 Cent & Young Buck)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)
{*starts singing chorus in background*}
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me...!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitch is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted
In The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin' no one's listenin'
See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard my, my position
No one'll pay attention to me, please Gotti
Here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feelin' so invincible
Now all a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams like I'm Pac
But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin' like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted fuckin' with this shit
I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit
sayin' motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Get off that E
'Fore you try to come and fuck with me
It's Aftermath gettin' down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin'
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin'
Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin' fantasies nigga, I been reject yo deposit
When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin', bitch, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black Child, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I don't play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It's all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin' this shit, that's how you made me
Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin' streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for?
It's been a long time comin', like a blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park
[50 Cent]
Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3
Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga
Take that, yo, aiyyo
Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track
I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack
Fuck that, if I was you, I be scared of me too
Yo Stretch, roll the weed, while I tell 'em what I need
I need cream by the stacks, shells for the mac
Rims for the 'Ac, and a bitch to blow her back
I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack
I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats
I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back
See a nigga in a Benz, sway peddling crack
I need a stash box son, so I could stash the gat
I need a stadium light, to leave 'em blind as a bat
Flipping from under my plate, while I'm running from Jake
I'm making mistakes, look I need extra pace
My man up north, need the new Stretch Mix Tape
I'm physically fit, nah for real son I'm in shape
I need that Beyonce bitch, to take me out on a date
Niggas follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick
But I need y'all niggas, to get off my dick
My description in three words, real witty cat
I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at
What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong
Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga
What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down [echoes]
Chorus
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm like plastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now till forever your stuck with the kid.
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer!
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michael pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux they took ? lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin'
It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'!
Cop it! Chop it! Profit is off the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! - Yeah!
Chorus
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Tell the cops it wasn't me! - You saw me right? - It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O see me I make it streeetcchh
Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec!
Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Flyin' out the Lambo'!
Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! - Yeah!
Chorus
It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's purple 'caine!
Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
Your favorite hero took a hit! - Now here you try!
I don't care if it's a sin! I don't care if you're ten!
Look around kid! - It's a cold world where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome,
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off? It's really far feeetcchhed!
I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Franklyns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!
Chorus
[Intro]
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
[Verse 1:]
I'm in my Labo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought my government issues
I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon huggin that skitzo
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo' fifths and bananas on the case
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne
[Chorus:]
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin
[Verse 2:]
I see nothin but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street movin bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I'm wearin gold
I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I'm the general salute me soldier
[Chorus:]
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin
[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job I'm rentin them out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
(50 Cent)
Yeah, I stay with my rap shit nigga, Go ahead and jump back nigga
You best be on Your best behavior in this motha fucker
(Hook)
I stay gangtered up
Niggas that got shit on me
And I stay wit my gat
Incase i got to pop somebody
G-Unit click, ur blind if u can't see
That we run the streets
Nigga u better ask somebody
(Tony YaYo)
I got a rifie with a scope in the trunk of the viper
So I shoot off the roof like the DC sniper
I just bought a ? and a bran new piece
And a level 2 vest and a bran new piece
These young hip hop nigga don't want no beef
They'll get shot and draged to the hip hop police
Nigga to guns up, I'll run up on your label
Why is your gun in your house like a house potato?(Yeah!)
(Hook)
(Lloyd Banks)
These hoes don't want me to stop, But this is the worse part
I was born with this game, Like birthmarks
I dont' trip, But i'm going to get alittle watch from my modeling chick
Because she spent alot of time on my dick
Bringing in a new fan every single time that i spit
? loving every dimond i get
Fast and fury in a red rover, As my bread folds
Beef i'll hit ur neck, Turn ur jewlery into red gold
(Hook)
(50 Cent)
I"m from the bottom man
Nigga's know i came up hard
I got a temper man, I'm looking for some shit to start
Man my tax record changed, I'm sitting on some change
The hoes man they changed, They don't treat me the same
It's not my looks that got me all up in them draws
It's the new M3 with the Lamborghini Doors
And my ememys they turned into dogs
Smell a leak in my clothes , Shorty be barking at me
Woah!
Yeah
Thats going have to be good enuff
I own it to a friend tonight, Jam Master Jay
Rest In Peace, I send my love to his family
50 Cent yall
(Hook)
South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I mean?
Chorus
South...siiiiiiide (Look at this nigga son!!)
South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!!, HAHAHAHA!! )
South...siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!)
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money
He mean that big money, not that lil' money
That's my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me
Chorus
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of line)
South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man..)
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good under the summer sun
Down here, you got two options get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the noss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And nigga what!!!!
Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!!!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know what I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!
Hail Mary 2003 (Ja Rule Diss)
(feat. 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes)
[Eminem]
Makaveli rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a .12 gauge shotti
[2x]
Come get me
If you mothafuckers want Shady
If Pac was still here now,
He would never ride with Ja,
na na na na na na na na
[Eminem]
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That exstacy dun' got you all emotional and moushy
Bitches wearin rags in photos, Ja's words bein quoted
In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it
You loud mouth, pray to God, hopin no one's listenin
See 50 comin for me, Oh my God my, my position
No one will pay attention
To me, please Gotti, here I go
Gimme this pill, exstacy dun' got me feelin so
Invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams
Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy
Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY
Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit
Sayin mothafucka's name's before somebody fucks me up
Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker
[Eminem Sings]
Come get me
Motherfucker, If you want Shady
If Pac was still here now,
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na
Get off that E
Before you try to come and fuck with me
It's Aftermath here now
Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la
[50 Cent]
Temesentruries is packed with promise makers
Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin
Insitutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from the cell, G-Unit mothafucka, WE BALLIN
Catch me countin trees and when I'm callin
Can you set my car, Ceo let me sip on Henessy, "Can I sip some more?"
Hell, I done been in jail, I ain't scared
Momma checkin in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Mothafuckas thinkin they can stop 50... they losin it
Lil' nigga named Ja, think he live like me
Talkin about he left the hospital, took 9 like me
You live in fantasies nigga
I rejected deposit
When your lil sweet ass comin out of the closet
now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out
next time grown folks talkin bitch close your mouth
Peep me I take this war shit deeply
Seen too many real niggas ballin let these bitch niggas beat me
yous a mothafuckin punk and you dont see me with gloves
quit scarin them fuckin kids with ya ulgy ass mug
and you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want
but you and i know whats goin on
Nigga pay back Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back
Witness be strap with max You know I don't play that
All these old rappers tryin to advance its all over now -- take it like a man
HAHA--Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
tryin to playa hate on my shit- Made of fat dick
Lovin this shit thats how you made me
feelin like I got you niggas crazy
Against all odds up with my thug mothafuckas know
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow to the truest shit i ever
spoke, 21 gun salute
[Busta Rhymes:]
Hey yo I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involvin with me for?
It's been a long time comin like a bless and a check
you see 106 and park
[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]
[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
[50 Cent]
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis
[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)
[Lloyd Banks]
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fifty
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister
Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar
Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself
Matter a fact grab your strap and bang yourself
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
I'm a big dick you know the one everybody's on
You 'gon make me sing Murder Was The Case
Pull this richter shit PING PING should you start to face
I'm international I'm never home mayne!!!
I've been gone so long my accent changed
You better watch who you fuck with mate
Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight
Come on Game you will never be my equal!
Your homies shoot, doors my niggas shoot people!
See me I'm what you never 'gon be
I'm in that tax bracket you never 'gon see
Chorus
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G.
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi
Man keepin these muthafuckers rich ain't easy
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy
And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs'
Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies
Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy
Look I don't give a FUCK, nigga please believe me
No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me
It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy
They say, '50, naw I don't fuck wit him, he oh so greasy
Yeah, he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy'
It's funny how they shit on niggas, then they need me
See me I'm number one, I'm loadin up my gun
I catch ya if you done, you pussy nigga run
Chorus
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
They say first comes love, then comes marriage
Instead I got Shanequa in a baby carriage
Then came the cash then the baby mama drama
I gave that bitch a half a mill she blew it on Prada
I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada
Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit
Man I can't even flaunt shit cause everybody want shit
Everybody mad, DAMN even my dad
And I don't even know him now how the fuck I owe him?!
I ain't given nobody shit I'm a show them
I gave Game hits and told me to suck dick
Start screamin Westside and Dre ain't say shit!!!
Now we just eat off him, and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face, he told me here's the case
Enemies stay enemies but friends they change
Niggas go crazy over money my mayne!!!!
Chorus
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I'm from city to city to shop the show
See me I been gridin' across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho'
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, whats on your mind when you're alone
Have ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zone
Now if I turned you on
What things I say would I be wrong
Then I wouldn't wanna be right
Matter fact I'd be on the next flight
Tryna get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piped and hot
While the wind blow through your hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me to what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the mornin' roll over and we can start over
[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day
You're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
Its fun but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don't fuck with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots
I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot
I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care if you kiss and tell
You can tell your girlfriend the details
[Chorus x2- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)
50 Cent - So Amazing Lyrics
[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I'm from city to city to shop the show
See me I been glidin' across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho'
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, whats on your mind when you're alone
Have ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zone
Now if I told you all
What things I say would I be wrong
Well then I wouldn't be right
Matter fact I'd be on the next flight
Tryna get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piped and hot
While the wind blow through your hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me to what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the mornin' roll over and we can start over
[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day
You're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
Its fun but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don't f**k with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots
I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme
some loot
I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care if you kiss and tell
You can tell your girlfriend the details
[Chorus x2- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)
[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)
{*starts singing chorus in background*}
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me...!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitch is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted
In The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin' no one's listenin'
See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard my, my position
No one'll pay attention to me, please Gotti
Here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feelin' so invincible
Now all a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams like I'm Pac
But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin' like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted fuckin' with this shit
I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit
sayin' motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Get off that E
'Fore you try to come and fuck with me
It's Aftermath gettin' down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin'
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin'
Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin' fantasies nigga, I been checkin' deposit
When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin', bitch, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black Child, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I don't play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It's all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin' this shit, that's how you made me
Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin' streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for?
It's been a long time comin', like a blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park
[50 cent speaking]
Yeah, somthin special you know, somthing epic
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't wana see you smile baby
[50 cent singing]
Woo, I wana be the reason you smile
I wana be the reason you smileeeee
I wana be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears an dry your eyes
[Verse One] - Lloyd Banks
I'm getting the feeling you wana take revenge
From the conversations were having an the way it ends
You wana discuss me infront of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends maybe if we make amense
We can start from scratch, learn to control your temper
An remarks can back
We plan to be patonic with the hearts intact
So everytime we seperate somebodys marching back
Your amazing in the sack
Eyes splatter like ya asian but ya black
God bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back you'd understand why they stare like that
It ain't a thought of what's holes the lords knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
An I ain't gotta say nothing she just knows
By the way I'm looking at her to take off all her clothes
Up an down...
[Chorus: - Lloyd Banks & 50 cent]
Whenever I'm not around and your feeling down
(be the reason you smile)
I don't wana see you frown like them kids
Watch em clown, I wana bring you joy and
(be the reason you smile)
Baby you know my style, you know how I get down
Provide by any means to be
(be the reason you smile)
We dun been through them ups an downs
Had drama for a while, I'm just happy I'm around to be
(be the reason you smile)
[Verse Two] - Lloyd Banks
The main reason I been looking at you pitiful
Kinda hard to have for this shit that I done did to you
Violated and took an ????? ???? ???????
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though ya visable the eve when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky cause I see niggaz when ya teasing with ya physical
She wana wreck up her womb but I ain't got no room left
My section ain't princess
My foriegn chick bad but she bitchless, plus it's hard to commincate
Cause she don't speak in no english
I've been around the world state to state
But now I'm back busting in ya bathroom
Got you laughing at ya shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leaving in an hour infact it don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need is your attention for a little while an
I betchu I can make you smile
[Chorus: Repeat x2 - end]
Woo!
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
Move to the music
We can roll all night
Oooh Slowride
Oooh
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine
Woo!
I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
Move to the music
We can roll all night
Oooh
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Slowride, easy, slowride, sleazy
Slowride, easy, slowride, sleazy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, slow down, go down
Come on baby
Take a slowride on me
Come on baby
Take a slowride
Feels so good, Feels good, Come on baby
Feels good, Feel allright
You know the rhythm is right
We gotta rock all night
You know the rhythm is right
We gotta rock all night
You know the rhythm is right
We gotta rock all night
Whoa, rock all night
Woo! Woo!
Your flamin' heart
Your flamin' heart
Your flamin' heart
Your flamin' heart
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Slowride
Trackmasters, 99 shit
Huh uh, huh uh, yea
[Chorus]
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)
My niggas is loco (loco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)
Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas
And ain't shit come between us
Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
I live wild beat cases before a trial
Grand jury style I'm foul
You wondering why I don't smile
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)
[Chorus]
Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
Here I stand on the alley on godrule
Same spot where rob got shot
The block's high
Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
Pump the six and push the volvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo
But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)
I always get the last laugh yo
[Chorus]
I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
While you niggas race neck to neck
While niggas who live from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)
[Chorus]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah
I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin
I'ma catch you sumthin
[Chorus:]
nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
[Verse 1:]
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new SIG and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery's career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah
[Chorus:]
nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
[Verse 2:]
Whos dat peepin in my window
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key
[Chorus:]
nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
(Intro)
Yeah
I’m Tryin to catch me sumthin
I’ma catch you sumthin
(Chorus)
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
(Verse 1)
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled ‘til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil’ bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em’ back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I’m so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery’s career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah
(Chorus)
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
(Verse 2)
Whos dat peepin in my window
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n’ niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil’ crew I’ll have em’ pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don’t know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key
(Chorus)
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!
[50 Cent]
Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy
And when you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain
I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin
I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like Jay-Z
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Hatian mob niggaz
? Tu say sapa say mavule ? and rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that?
See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X whattup? (AIGHT!!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You don't live that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we don't play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN
[DMX]
Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit?
Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (WHAT!)
Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nuttin but a handful of man still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)
45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!
[Chorus]
[Styles P]
Yeah, word, yeah
If your head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up
Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down
[Chorus]
Shimone Baroch
you are pritty ugly
Shimone Baroch
you are pritty weird
Shimone Baroch
you miserable cat
and you have problems cause Rafi Baroch
is in the country
opa opa
Shimone Baroch
you are pritty stupet
Shimone Baroch
you have no friend
Shimone Baroch
you are ungry cat
and youve got problems cause Dani Baroch
is in the country
opa opa
wait a muinte Shimone Baroch
if you are miserable and ungry
what are you doing in my house
you sun of a beich
shay
opa opa
the end!
(Jadakiss)
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that daddy)
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh(D-Block you bitch ass niggaz!!)
(Sheek Louch)
Yo, I dont even care bout, pull out cockback
The hottest of the year's out, empty yo chest
Leave the inside of yo whip a mess
All over the projects, these gangstas know who the best
Send cowards to their grave with their face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
The boy -Sheek- rude, I stay in a mood
Suitcase full of ammo, take yo pick
Everybody gon freeze, like Im takin a flick
Sheek Louch is not a pretender
Throwin blow is now an agenda
I dont care about you
You say screw D-Block, well screw you too
In the middle of the streets Im bringin my whole crew
We keep it in the hood, we not like you
These cowards dont learn till they all feined out
House in the Hamptons, alllll cleaned out
J-A-D-A, top 5, dead or alive, and thats just off 1 LP
Word up, Sheek Louch up in yo mothafuckin chest, w-w-walk wit me
GREEN LANTERN!
J Hood, 2 gunz up, all I know is bitches and money, rimz and gunz
Here's why they call me the ghost,
Cuz all the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
Yo it'll revolve, when I'm mad he's cool
Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest
Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you heard em say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay
Now everybody wanna be Pac
Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day
The Des'y got a beautiful ring
I can hit any one of yall, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth
That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks
D-Block that many niggaz gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
Cause it turned into a drug free school zone!
(Sheek Louch)
D-Block is knockin (Turn it up!)
We got it poppin (Turn it up!)
We comin for yall (Turn it up!)
Niggaz is droppin (Turn it up!)
We got the streetz locked (Turn it up!)
If there's beef, let yo heat cock (Turn it up!)
Welcome to D-Block (Turn it up!)
Cuz we dont fuck around
(Sheek Louch)
What, that nigga Sheek is the Truth
You would think he had a stripper inside,
Have you go hard in the booth
Blaze all on the roof, squeeze off then POOF!
Presto, magic, like where did his chest go
Think not homie? Got a Ziploc on me
All that -sticky-icky- in the pocket of my dicky
Just drunk a half of 60, kinda bend it
Hat low knocked, and bout to fuck up the rented
I'm a General, I stepped up from a Lieutenant
This is D-Block, join us, don't get offended
Cuz, I aint lettin up and you aint lettin off
Plus I already know that most of yall is soft
The hood love me, put it in the air for me
And boy cop mixtapes, if they dont hear from me
Got cake but occasionally, you catch me bummy
I'm too smart on these streets, you fuckin dummy!
I could lose my heart tonight
If you don't turn and walk away
'Cause the way I feel I might
Lose control and let you stay
'Cause I could take you in my arms
And never let go
CHORUS
I could fall in love with you
I could fall in love
I can only wonder how
Touching you would make me feel
But if I take this chance right now
Tomorrow will you want me still
So I should keep this to myself
And never let you know
I could fall in love with you
I could fall in love with you
And I know it's not right
And I guess I should try
To do what I should do
But I couldcould fall in love
Fall in love with you
(-Spanish Solo-)
Siempre estoy sonando en ti
besando mis labois,
acariando mi piel,
abrazandome con amas
como yo podria amarte.
So I should keep this to myself
And never let you know
CHORUS
I could fall in love, Icould fall in love with you baby
I could fall in love with you
50 cent and Tony Yayo
Background
Still smokin' what (what what)
Yayo:
Son that G-Unit CD is fire man. Like I said man these niggas look like us, they
smell like us but they not us (laughing) real mutha fucking fire nigga ya heard.
Yo they think this G-Unit CD is like work,like niggas is here working.
(Over 50)
(gunshot) we still smokin what(what what)
Niggas is changing, everybody wanna do there freestyles like me and shit.
Yayo:
Yeah. Everybody wanna fuckin do there freestyles like us. Before niggas was
just rhyming now niggas wanna make a song with hot.. You know what Im saying
(50: yeahh) You know what Im talking bout [50:(laughing) these bum ass niggas!]
Yayo:
Niggas wanna do what we doin.
(Phone ringing ) hold on, hold on (Yayo: what?) Speak on it
Sha:
Who this?
It's.. who you callin nigga its 50
Sha:
oh 50 wat up nigga its sha
Yayo:
Sha Rau (50: wats up my nigga?)
Sha:
Wats poppin? Yo waddup nigga?
Yayo:
chillin
Sha:
Yo listen I was tryin to get Scarlet 2 work. She wasn't tryin to work so I let
her leave with the visa and the keys.
huh?
Yayo:
oh shit (laughing)
you let (cut off by sha)
Sha:
you said she could have it son
yo son listen man. you gave her my credit card son?
Sha:
Yeah son you know she said she waz just gon get some shoes
son the last time she bought some shoes man I got the receipt for $5,000 son. I
had to ask her if you bought shoes for ya car or for your feet?
Yayo:
(laughing) oh shit
wats goin on sha (whooooo!)
[50 Talkin']
Listen man
Everybody know me know
I don?t forget nuthin'
If you kicked sand on me in the sandbox when we was kids
Imma catch you and kick your fuckin' ass for that now
HaHa! !
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafucker punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin' like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I'm co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin' shots at ya convoy, you don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin' pullin' pins out of grenades
You won't make it to the General without gettin' sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get 'em all blown back
Walk up on 'em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin' around here or I'm gon' fuck her
We'll try to take up for them lames around you
He'll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I'm on the road blowin' grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin' like the KKK's around
My album's comin', a new year's approachin'
My buzz gettin' bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a boo and a ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where the big head bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes
[Chorus: x2]
[50 Cent Talking]
G-Unit's like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can't get out
[Tony Yayo Talking]
This is G-Unit life right here, know what I'm sayin'
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we're laid back, now we doin' us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now
in the gym i see ya ass up on the stairmaster ,
but you got it on level two bitch go a little faster
look girl, i aint gon lie, i'll tell you how i feel
they should to handcuff ya big ass to the treadmill
you wanna work out now, cuz you know its gettin hot
and ya big ass finna pop all up out a halter top
find a right chick wearin some tight shit , its on
see ya ass wear some tight shit we like, she wrong
Dont get stuck on the thing they say cuz it a nasty world
I aint fuck'n with you anyway cuz u know you's a nast girl
i aint never ganna dicriminate so let me compliment your eyes
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know that
[Verse 1]
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Tre, trade pounds and (?)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man gangsta? Me too
Go on and get em bitch
I just bought new toast to spit
Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick
Where ever rich touchin niggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
I know you love the way the goutti beat bump
Got you license plate rounds and all over your trunk
Don't confuse these trucks with my style dog
I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin B.K. hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown
More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4 pound
Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
I'm a Guiness Book nigga
[Chorus 2x]
We don't play that pussy shit round here
You can get your fuckin wig split down here
Don't rep where you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt
[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find from somebody that love playin in the street
When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood
But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga
Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga
If you thinkin we thristy cuz, we right
We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Murder sayin don't play 50 in the club
Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what)
I don't where you from and I don't care
But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
(Spanish talkin)
No ingles, No ingles, mother fuckers will shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that mida mida bullshit round here
Man, I done so much dirt in the hood
Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin good (do it for em)
Fuck ya'll, ya aint got to like me
I'm gettin knocked,ya'll nigga aint got to like me
I'm on the same bullshit I been on
It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on
Ya shit sound too commercial
Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt ya
You shouldn't them flash jewels
Cause niggas will run up on ya if thats true
They want your money, the watch, and you tenis shos
I aint gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules
FIRST VERSE
sittin on a riverboat having a party
me and my cajun queen
she turning 21 on the missisppi river
heading out of new olean
the year is is 1894
oh come on mama and love me some more
her dark eyes flash like a gamblers rings
she shakes her pretty head and sings
CHORUS
life for me is a riverboat fantasy
watching the sun go down
a rock and roll band with a reifer in my hand
now look at that wheel go round
cocaine kisses and moon shine misses
thats the life for me
im sailing away from my heartache on a riverboat fantasy
SECOND VERSE
can't think can't drink anymore whisky
i coulda drunk the river dry
mmm this old boat shes just sitting in the moonlight
catching the gleam in her eye
showers of rain come pouring down
the sky full of stars like a french maids gown
shimmer glimmer i think im gonna fall what??
catch me mama thats all
CHORUS
life for me is a riverboat fantasy
watching the sun go down
a rock and roll band with a reifer in my hand
now look at that wheel go round
cocaine kisses and moon shine misses
thats the life for me
im sailing away from my heartache on a riverboat fantasy
THIRD VERSE
delta sun beats down like a hammer
mmm it give the low down blues
i've got a cotton gin
a wee man spin
to shake the dust from my shoes
i've made my money
i've found me a honey to tickle me under the chin
when morning comes i'll ride into town
and worry about the shape i'm in
CHORUS
life for me is a riverboat fantasy
watching the sun go down
a rock and roll band with a reifer in my hand
now look at that wheel go round
cocaine kisses and moon shine misses
thats the life for me
im sailing away from my heartache on a riverboat fantasy
INTRO)
(A CAR PULLS UP.... 9 BULLETS GO OFF) G G G G G G G G G G G G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
(CHORUS)
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
(50 Cent)
We like it when she do that right thurr (right thurr)
Me and Trent we dont motha fuckin curr (curr)
I got my trey-pound-7 right hurr (hurr)
Nigga call the cops if u want i dont curr (curr)
Its g-unit we dont fuckin play furr (furr)
My shit is mine, your shit we gotta shurr (shurr)
The dogs off the chain my nigga bewurr (bewurr)
New York City im the muthafuckin murr (murr)
I got one hundred G's on ma neck but dont sturr (stur)
The ice, all your vision might blurr (blur)
Bitch get outta line, ill smack ur ass right hurr (hurr)
I dont care who you are, i dont mothafuckin curr (curr)
(CHORUS)
(Young Buc)
Young Buc in this bitch right right right right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock
I got some bud in my sock
Hell, fuck the cops
They just mad cuz im hot
Thugged out, either get up or get the fuck out
Come south, la me show u niggaz wut Buc bout
I aint scared, u coward bitches better beware
The source awards to the billboards, G-Unit there
Here i go, who ever want beef, let me know
I aint one of them artists that on that p-diddy show
I can hit u with the scope or hit you with some coke boy
Make sure u hit me back soon as u want more
(CHORUS)
(Verse 1)
I let my watch talk for me
My whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, Blaw what up homie
My watch saying " Hi shorty we can be friends"
My whip saying "Quit playing bitch get in"
My ear ring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty it's only right that we ball together
I'm in to bigger things ya'll niggaz, ya'll know me style
Yo wrist bling, bling my shit bling blaw
My pinky ring talk it say " 50 i'm Sick"
That's why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me some love my hits
Flex my man he gone bump my shit
See I'm a lie man I really don't care
I tell the hoes what ever they wanna hear
You try to play me I'mma blaze it in
My cross cost more than crib yo mamma raised ya in
(Chours 2x)
I was a poor nigga
Know I'm a rich nigga
Gettin paper know you can't tell me shit nigga
You can find me in tha 4 dot 6 nigga
In tha back seat fondelling yo bitch nigga
(Verse 2)
New York niggaz copy niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slamma
I aint no fucking bamma
I'm from N. Y. woddie, but I know Country Grammer
See me I get it crunk
Nigga go head and front
I go out up the trunk
Come back pull out and done
My money come in lumps
My pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin on dubs that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit you up
These shells will split you up
I lay you down, yo coroners come and get cha' up
See 50 play for keeps
See 50 stay with heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real gutta' man
The hood love me man
Don't make me show up in yo crib like Bra-Man
Locked up in the pin I still do my thang
C.0.'s screamin " Shut the fuck up in the pin"
(Chours 2x)
I'm in the benz on monday
The B M on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday
Thursday i'm in tha Hooptie
Porsche on friday
I do things my way
Viper or vette I tear up the high Way
You can ask shorty about my dick game
Cause she don't know me she only know me nick name
Left the hood and came back damn shit changed
These young boys they done got they own words man
uh ey dirty (what)
look at that girl right there (aw)
she make me faint (ohh)
ohhh oh oh
do whatchu do
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you look in them pants, say you fine (fine)
your mama a quarter peice, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that will getchu up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin bout snatchn' her up
Dirty, making her mine
Look at her hips, look at her legs, Ain't she stacked (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittn' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it, cuz she moan lil bit
Jeans saggin', so I can see her thong lil bit
I know she grown lil bit, 20 years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swoop on her like an eagle, swoop down and rate
I know your popular, but you gon be famous today
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
She be shoppin at front nack, just look at her front back
Man she's soo stacked, does she knows that I want that
He make he's soo whack, girl can i taste your cat
Gave her 300$ to spend, like buying a throw-back
She stay in the club, like they be saying she got it
In real life, girl remind me of pochantas
She be at events, like the best when she past
All the high rollin' cats, wana pay for that ssss
Niggas half steppin', strapped with a nice weapon
It's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen it dirty, your mouth gone drop
World wide, fools volenteer tell you its off top
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like it when she's doing that (come on)
Cuz I like it when she bring it back
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
I like it when she's doing that (uhhh)
Cuz I like it when she bring it back
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
Gimmie what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a show stop (uh)
Twerkin in a phatty girl halter top
Then she backed it up on me, and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) , like a bunny (bunny)
Can I touch you where it's sunny
Or embarrass, and make you give us some money
She should pose for sports illustriated
It's like a picture perfect site
when she passed all the other girls hated.
[Chorus]
But I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
[2x]
I like that
I like that
I like that
I like that oh oh oh
(Chorus)
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
(50 Cent)
You like it when she do that right thurr
Dont even trip, we gon' motherfuckin purr
I got my trey pound 7 right hurr
Nigga call the cops if you want, I dont curr
It's G-Unit, we dont fuckin play furr
My shit is mine, you're shit we gotta shurr
Dogs off the chain, my nigga, bewurr
New York City, Im the motherfuckin Mayurr
I put 100 G's on my neck, like 'Dont Sturr'
The lights hit the ice, boy your face, it might blurr
Bitch, get outta line?, Ill smack your ass right hurr
Run and get who you want, I dont motherfuckin curr
(Chorus)
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
(Young Buck)
Young Buck in this bitch right, right, right, right, right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock, I got some blood in my sock
Hollered 'Fuck the cops', they just mad cuz Im hot
Thugged out, either get up, or get the fuck out
Come south, let me show you niggas what Buck bout
I aint scared, you coward bitches better beware
The Source Awards to, there beat your boys, G-Unit there
Here I go!, whoever want beef let me know
I aint one of them artists dissed on that P. Diddy show
I can hit you with the scope or, hit you with some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back soon as you want more
(Chorus)
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch, right, right, right, right, right thurr
"Right Thurr"
uh ey dirty (what)
look at that girl right there (aw)
she make me faint (ohh)
ohhh oh oh
do whatchu do
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you look in them pants, say you fine (fine)
your mama a quarter peice, she far from a dime (dime)
The type of girl that will getchu up and go make you grind (grind)
I'm thinkin bout snatchn' her up
Dirty, making her mine
Look at her hips, look at her legs, Ain't she stacked (stacked)
I sure wouldn't mind hittn' that from the back (back)
I like it when I touch it, cuz she moan lil bit
Jeans saggin', so I can see her thong lil bit
I know she grown lil bit, 20 years old, you legal
Don't trip off my people, just hop in the regal
I swoop on her like an eagle, swoop down and rate
I know your popular, but you gon be famous today
[Chorus]
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
She be shoppin at front nack, just look at her front back
Man she's soo stacked, does she knows that I want that
He make he's soo whack, girl can i taste your cat
Gave her 300$ to spend, like buying a throw-back
She stay in the club, like they be saying she got it
In real life, girl remind me of pochantas
She be at events, like the best when she past
All the high rollin' cats, wana pay for that ssss
Niggas half steppin', strapped with a nice weapon
It's against the law for her to move them hips
If you ever seen it dirty, your mouth gone drop
World wide, fools volenteer tell you its off top
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like it when she's doing that (come on)
Cuz I like it when she bring it back
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
I like it when she's doing that (uhhh)
Cuz I like it when she bring it back
ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh do what you do
Gimmie what you got for a pork chop (uh)
She threw it at me like I was a show stop (uh)
Twerkin in a phatty girl halter top
Then she backed it up on me, and let it drop (drop)
Make it hop (boing) , like a bunny (bunny)
Can I touch you where it's sunny
Or embarrass, and make you give us some money
She should pose for sports illustriated
It's like a picture perfect site
when she passed all the other girls hated.
[Chorus]
But I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
I like the way you do that right thurr (right thurr)
Swish your hips when you walk, let down your hair (down your hurr)
I like the what you do that right thurr (right thurr)
wet your lips when you talk,that make me slurr (make me slurr)
[2x]
I like that
I like that
I like that
I like that oh oh oh
Nobody likes me and I don't know why
but I like ya'll any way. I like yal'l any way.
I like all ya'll! (all ya'll)
I let my my mom talk for me, and my dad
talk for me, my bro talk for me
Blah! Wut up Osamee!
Even bitches who dont know me,
they wanna shoot me cuz see I lost weight
and that ain,t sayin a lot for me!
I came in DC humble! I don,t give a shit now!
Serve any body like slaves who are Republicans up and down!
And if taxes fo up salaries go down!
I go to my weight room I,m no where to be found!
Army that huscle for me I don't really give a damn
cuz I ain't no little lamb!
And If I don't like you I dont pretend to
I go tell Osama its okay to kill you!
Look I ain't goin no where so get used to me!
Oh geez look at me and see I'm what the Bush's used to be!
I'm that president that really sucks!
The one that cheats up!
The one that the Democrats really wanna beat up!
And all those democrats thought they was like me,
they thought they was as good as me!
They thought the went straight from Texas to DC!
Sadaam must have a concussion pissin' off me!
My breath is so bad Sadaam'f hiding in a tree!
(Chorus)
Sadaam thinks he can fool you!
I don't believe you!
He thinks he's gonna rule you!
Al Gore, I wish I could be you!
Sadaam thinks he can fool you!
I don't believe you!
He does, he does and your reputation's on the line!
Sadaam don't want none parts of me!
He want to use the nuc'ular weapons on me!
Gonna catch him in a fight! With Uday and Qusay!
In DC they like 'Damn!' 'Georgy really hit it on them!'
'Heard about it?' 'Uh - huh. Georgy really did it on them'
Sadaam's sons didn't want none! But they got some!
Your just a small plater in this, Al Gore, play your part honn!
(Repeat chorus)
Al Gore always escapes reality in his life!
That's why he wrote about the economy
and only dealt with mine!
Leave it to him, he say i got a
fat ass, low class, father's a jackass!
And finally at long last, I stole the election
but it weren't that fast!
Sadaam's got weapons of mass destruction!
I ain't lyin! That's why I gotta get him shot up!
Now, Osama! If you say my name in your speech
you bettter watch you say! Cuz you'll get blown away!
You'll get bombed and blown away!
Cuz I've got stuff that can kill you in 8 seconds!
A gun, an knife, and uh, I forgot what else!
But look, Gore! I'm gonna say all this now
and only once again! You ain't my mama
or my papa, and you defenitely not my bro!
In the economy of mine you'll get told like that!
Cuz it's built like that!
Gotta go lie to our nation! Now! (Now)
(Repeat chorus)
Sadaam don't want none parts of me!
He want to use the nuc'ular weapons on me!
Gonna catch him in a fight! With Uday and Qusay!
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Man I told ya'll I was finnin' to blow like C4
Stunt in the G5 fly in the G4
G Unit footwear, G Unit apparell
I'm so hood
That green and that white looks so good
Hip Hop man we gon take it to the next level
Kicks match that hat and that throwback
Kicks stay color coordinated man you know that
Truth is I ain't got a jump shot but I got a left hook
I don't swing golf clubs but I sell like Golf Brooks
I'm hot man
I rocky rock man
If it ain't the G Unit its the S Dot man
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
S. Dots takin' off G4s 'bout to land
See how we cross brand
We boss about it man
Got the sole of the old Guccis if you upset sue me
If not sit back and watch me do me
Parking lot pimpin' sideline ballers
We don't sweat up we fresh let the girls do it for us
The watch talk for me
Drop talk for he
Brand new S Dots walk with me
Sort of like you just scored a bucket
Bootlegger you frontin' you walkin' awkardly
Ho its nothing keep score with me
Give me three hot seconds
I'll bring heat rock records
[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love
[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)
[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya
[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the buddah
[Chorus](2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand and hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass 'catch me if you can'
Don't let your people feel your awkward
octane I'm not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!
[Chorus](2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!
[Eminem]
I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch
With Obie Triiiiice
So watch what you say
Before you call our name
If you say one more thing
It won't be nice
Here we go
I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jellous of us to love us
You ain't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin
D-Twizzy's comin
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50-Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it
I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit
Then Im a flip
Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
We gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gonna kill your fuckin label 4-sho
Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!
Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talking
Cuz we do
We see yall
But we just gonna sit back for a minute and watch what the fuck yall do
[Bizarre]
'The Rap Game'
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You can’t learn this shit in no history-book
You ready to rap mothafucker?
You ready to sell your soul… heh-heh-heh
'The Rap Game' ...motherfucker
[Swifty]
I’m a disruptive nigger
You made me crazy
You should a slayed me as a baby
Behavin shadier than Wes Craven
And you aint even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin a nigga down daily
You face me drunk or sober
You’ll faint fast
I’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck music
Is he rappin is cool but fool don’t confuse it
What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scantlas
I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that’s bigger
Then Godzilla’s back nigga
You are not real and in fact
Your fruity effect of a crack dealer
Ya'll president sends me smack
Den got a mack 10 wit it
So I aint gotta rap
But im thankful for that
dont mistaken me black
Or u be stankin in back of a fuckin caddillac
[Eminem]
I’ma get snuffed
Cause I aint said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the white house is whipped out
when I see that lil cheany dike get snipped out
lights out bitch adios goodnight
now put that in your lil pipe and bite down
think for a minute cause the hype has died down
that I wont go up in the oval office right now
and flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down
I’m all for America, fuck the government
tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick
mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch
take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shit
cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
shits like a samurai sword a sensei
shit just don’t change to this day
i'm this way still till I utslay itchbay
ucksay my ickday
scuse my igpay atinlay
but uckfay a igpay
[50 Cent]
this rap game
this rap game
I ain't sellin my soul for this rap game
I ain't digging a whole for this rap game
but im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game
[Kon Artis]
i bet you rather me
drink n drown in my own Iniquity
but fuck that i'ma rap till u all get sick of me
and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me
im hittin a rock next fuck a dogg who sickin me
im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin
if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin
you know, same shit every nigga done in his life
i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write
so why... should i... ever fear another man
if he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand
ok, you win... you can say we can't rap
but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is wack
[Kuniva]
i walk in the party and just start bustin
right after i hear the last verse of self-destruction
this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome
to let you know that time without more is getting jerome
im low down and shifty, quickly called swifty
to do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50"
you feelin lucky? squeeze
i catch you outside of chucky cheese
well just see, who be an unlucky G
my life style is unstable, a partyin attic
they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic
coughin up static, I jump niggas call me a rabbit
popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half
[50 cent]
beleive me
we run this rap shit fo shizzie
make makin millions look easy
every where ya turn you see me
you hear me
believe me
for ya see my pistol in 3-D
no time to call a peace treaty
dial 9-1-1 cause u need de
police to help you believe me
[Proof]
i snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
this is absurb
these street niggas twistin my words
we finally could
say goodbye to hollywood
cause proof an shaun
share nuttin in common
the nastyest band
with gats in each hand
we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan
no remorse
fuck you stature dog
nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall
put ya jaw on the ground
wit the 4 and a pound
im goin out of town
for the long come around
so we can battle wit raps
so we can battle wit gats
matter fact we can battle wit plaques
[50 Cent]
this rap game
[Bizarre]
im too fuckin retarded
i dont give a fuck about my dick
thats why im dating Loraina Bobbet
my crew had an argument
who was the largest
now they all is dead
and im rolling as a solo artist
plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps
well i really didnt
but i did according to this contract
i was stoned in the snow
wit no where to go
freezin 20 below
forced to join bail tip dafoe
my little girl she shouldnt be listening to these lyrics
thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahhaha)
50 sing the hook
[50 Cent]
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning
this rap game
this rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
this rap game
this rap game
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up, You know you fucked
When you get on a stretcher
'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven
The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me
They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?
They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific
He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
Chorus
Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again
The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
It's past your curfew when its dark, I'm searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.
Chorus
I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,
Killing so villainously,
Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,
You know what we're like on the muthafucking mic so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers.
It's operation time they got em hooked up to wires,
Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,
Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,
I'm debating, mutilating the lady,
You've been waiting for shady
And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby,
There's a baby in the drive, there's a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,
Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her,
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up
A hard rock, a soft fuck
Get caught up and get washed up,
In Detroit or Northfolk,
When it's disrupt and nauseas,
Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die,
I swing gym stars faster than Samurai.
Chorus
[50 Cent]
That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang - that thaaaang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaang
{verse1} Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot
They say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. we trippin through the sets again
Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain't preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why the hoes don't treat ya
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flow's God sent, it's bound to reach ya
[Hook]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you don't want problems
Problem child
[Bridge] [Singing]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where you're comin' from
[50 Cent] {verse2}
They say you can never repay the price for takin' a man's life
I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty
for evey bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
For every stone in the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
You can check C-N-N for the 'War Report'
See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I don't need no help
Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[50 Cent] {verse3}
I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass
I got 'God Understand Me' tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
I'm the young buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say: whats up, niggas get ready to duck'
My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier
[Hook]
[Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs
(YEAH!) Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (nigga WHAT?!)
We hold it down like we 'sposed to (ha ha)
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute
Cut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakes
You see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fake
A preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar
I pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I'm on now, God damnit, I done came up (what?)
Now you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice man
If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam
Get out of line and I'm lightin yo' ass up
Semi-automatic's the way I tighten yo' ass up - what?
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Slow down punk nigga, don't exceed your speed
Cause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League
I got connects, I don't need no weed
I been in L.A. for a year now, so I don't see no seeds
After I'm done, you clap in a crew
Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too
(YEA!) In a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston
Nuttin but bling bling in your face boy; that's why my neck shine
like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore (AHH)
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a broad
She had my balls, head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
That take care of birds like an animal doctor
I been out and buzzin, niggaz just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice in the Jacob watch'll make a broke nigga take somethin
So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety button
G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin
but play the game like they rich, to me the shit funny
I know you see me comin; cause on the front of the Maybach
it say PAYBACK for those that hated on me
I hate when niggaz claim they bangin or gang
You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no Blood like Game
See I been havin beef, I got my own bulletproof vest
Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left
Until my last breath, I'm sendin niggaz bulletholes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin to be heroes
You know how we roll, everywhere that we go
It's fo-fo's, calicos, and desert eagles
[Chorus]
yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
RAP 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,
smith and wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damhn)
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I wouldn?t win, pretend to be friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted,
run nigga and stash it...
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
There is a genie in that bottle of that Don Perignon
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police mad they aint gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
Ha-ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha-ha-ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know, for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha-ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, Shady/Aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
ain't seem to be doing much...
[Hook x2]
Clickety-Clank, Clickety-Clank
The Money goes into my piggy bank
[Verse 1]
I get at you, my knife cut your skin
I get at you, blew shots at your man
I get at you, 2pac don't pretend
I get at you, I put that to an end
That shit is old don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for your life when I match you boy
I get to wavin that semi like it's legal
A little nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I clap yo monkey ass ya black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, teflon final chop
Got a hundred guns a hundred clips why I dont hear no shots
That fat nigga thought 'Lean Back' was 'In Da Club'
My shit sold 11 mil, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck wit me, if you wanna eat
Cuz I do yo little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie in New York niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, yo ass is local
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
YEA YEA, GET MO MONEY MO MONEY
YEA YEA YEA, GET MO MONEY MO MONEY
YEA YEA YEA, GET MO MONEY MO MONEY
YEA YEA YEA, GET MO MONEY MO MONEY
Bank's shit sells, Buck's shit sells
Game's shit sells, I'm rich as hell
Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in PC
I could have a nigga run up on him wit a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery
It's an emergency, on Michael Jackson see
You'll pitch her and say she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean like, way out in Cali niggas know you cuz
First thing they say about you is you a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got (YEAH)
[Hook x2]
[Bridge]
[Speaking]
YEAH! Yeaa hahaha
Yall niggas gotta do something now man
All that shoot em up shit yall be talkin
You got to do somethin' baby!
I mean...I mean cmon man!
Everybody's listening, nigga everybody listening
hahaha
I know you aint gon just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn! Rep yo hood nigga
nigga you hard right? pop off!
Yayo get mobs and them niggas on the phone and tell then niggas I said grip up
niggas got a greenlight on these muh'fuckas, hahaha
Intro: 50 Cent
Yeah!
Chorus: 50 Cent
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Verse 1: 50 Cent
Noow if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin I done paid my dues
Now everytime I turn around it's like I'm back in the news
I know alot of niggas want me wearin cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggas wanna see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was writin Black Cop
I was busy tryin to pump cracks in the black blocks
Poppin shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin knocked
I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed
Chorus: 50 Cent
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Verse 2: Havoc
Now if you take a good look and look into my face
And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space
Som I did so much dirt I'm tryin to clean my slate
And ate so many niggas food and now they want mines ate
The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took
Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me no I shouldn't been trippin
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention
Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven
And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven
Start everything from everything from heads to the worries
And had half the hood damn near watned to mirk us
Found myself askin God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in
Chorus: 50 Cent
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Verse 3: Prodigy
Now homey if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell the boss man we got beef
And tell his only son I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie
For leavin us out to dry on stariught poverty
For not showin me no signs they watchin over me
Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six
We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit
Nigga show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin to myself hopin I ain't got to spank you
My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin, ain't nobody 'gon save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin within, these survival times
Chorus: 50 Cent
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Homey if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
[Snoop Dogg]
Yea you did it again my nigga fo shizzle dizzle
[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me
[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a clud up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo that shit is crazy whoo kid rewind that shit
[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me
[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a clud up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P
[Snoop Dogg]
yea bitch i got my now & later gators on
im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
you dead wrong if you think that pimpin gonna die
12 piece with a 100 whores by my side
im down with that nigga 50 like im down with blue
fuck cuz naw nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy
fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy
niggas in new york know how doggy get down
i got my niggas in queens i got my bitches uptown
i got my bidnez in manhattan i aint fuckin around
i got some butter pecan puerto ricans from the boogie down
thats waitin on me to return so they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm word
they love it when i get to cryptin and spittin this mackin magnificent pimpin
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P
[50 Cent]
its G-unit and the D.P.G
from new york city to the L.B.C
ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p
when my gun go off nigga ask about me
nigga look what done happen to the bitch done chose
my wrist done froze ill show you how i lick dem hoes
i spit that g that be fuckin with theyre brain
have em on tha track when its freezin in the rain
so cream on the bitch with the nerve to complain
like digidevan you catch a date you be want
you say you want the finer things in life you got to go out and get it
and ill be right here waitin when you come down to the kid
see i was born to break a bitch my instructions a nigga bitch
i got me a new york knicks,celtics,and a laker bitch
i got that g that make these hoes have a change of heart
im a natural ive been good at this from the start
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a clud up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P
[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P
[Snoop Dogg]
pimpin
pimpin
pimpin
pimpin
[DJ Whoo Kid]
Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha Arch Bishop Don "Magic" Juan ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight
up pimp
Its crackalackin its pimps up you know its hoes down
Its green for tha money
Gold for tha honey
We off and we runnin wit 50 and Snoop Dogg in tha mackalennium
Keep it down playa
Pimps up you know tha rest chuh
Get Rich or Die tryin
(Chorus 2x)
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a ***** can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you can’t see
That I'm a ************ P-I-M-P
(Verse1)
Now shorty she in da club, she’s dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She’s feed Them fools fantasies they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G-Man and my gang got her
A hour later had that *** up in the Ramada
Them trick ****** in they ear saying they think about her
I got the ***** by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I’m from New York
I aint that ***** trying to holla cause I want some ****
I’m that ***** trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
******* that try catch a date and come and play the kid
Look baby this is simple you can't see
you ******* me you ****** with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 2)
I’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you **** with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no breezy
Head full of hair ***** I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tempt the mall
If ever you need some one, I’m the one you should call
I be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small
that other ***** you be with aint about ****
I’m your friend, your father, your confidant, *****!
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 3)
Now Shorty
I told u fools before, I stay with the twos
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a *** till I got a ***** confused
She got on payless, me I got on Gator shoes
I’m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this ***, you could have her when I’m done I aint gonna keep her
Man ******* come and go
every ***** pimpin know
They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low
***** tutor me how you strippin in the street
Put my other **** down you get your *** beat
Now lick my bottom *****, you always come up with my bread
The last ***** she was with put stitches in her head
Get your *** outta pocket I put a charge on the *****
Cause I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6
*** make the pimp rich, I aint payin ****
Catch a date, **** * **** ******…. *****
(Chorus 2x)
Yea, In Hollywood they say there’s no business like show business
In the hood they say there’s no business like *** business
You know
See I talk a little fast, but if you listen real fast
I aint gotta slow down for you, catch up *****!
ha ha ha
'I be on the scene on the lean in the benz and bently when i come through script...every trip if I ever got the grip, I can go to the dealership and buy me a new whip...take flips, new kicks, 3 6, new tricks, that bitch can suck on my dick, g unit is the clique and a sucka cant flip thats why u feelin me bitch, Niggas hate from a far, but they dont come around when they know how a nigga get down, plus a nigga move around with a long straight pound and wont hesitate to lay it all 6 rounds, when yer ass get hit, when u in deep shit, fuckin wit me thats what u get, nigga lipped, you get zipped, u can get yo baby momma caught up in this bullshit, go an' spit with the low blow, niggas goin loco, but its gotta stay on the low do, Gangsta fo sho everytime a nigga flow and nigga bank account grow and get mo dough'
[Intro: Havoc (50 Cent)]
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)
[50 Cent:]
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it
[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it
Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
Chorus
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)
Chorus
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)
Chorus
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit)
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.
[50 Cent]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P.
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
Unit (What?)
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the DPG
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
(We love you Snoop Dogg)
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my hair in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin
[Hook 2: 50 Cent]
[Lloyd Banks]
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP
[Young Buc]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT
[Hook 2: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, theres no b'ness like ho b'ness
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
You think you know me? (Officer Ricky)
Nigga, You don't know me! (Officer Ricky)
50... ayo! C-O!
I put a razor thru ya face
I put a nine on my waist
I cock the shotty just in case
I pump nothin but bass
I put a pint of blood in the whip
A pint of blood on the ground
Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin
bouncing all around
That body all case cold I got her white wit it
If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it
I'm a southside nigga, we take on all comers
The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer
These niggaz ain't hard I get on em on some different shit
Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip
The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo
Faggot must've thought he knock me out like Kimbo
with gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo
Fat fuck playin wii fit nintendo
Have another tattoo, here's another tattoo
run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds
Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup
See ya ass anywhere you know I'm gon act up
You want play with me, when I don't want play?
Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day
Screaming boss, nigga you ain't a boss
Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross
I tell you straight suck a dick
You tryna come with subliminals
Cuz your ass the police
My niggaz is criminals
It's like every other word out your mouth bout a bird
Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd
You's a rapper, you's a motherfuckin rapper
It's a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up
My enemy's enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
try me, get blown away way way
Go 'head try me, get blown away way way
Try me get blown away way way
go head try me, get blown away way way
(We the best!)
Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best
Go 'head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest
I'm not friendly, I'm anti-social
Go 'head try me, I'll be fucking ya up, like I'm supposed to
You say I'm violent, now why you say I'm violent?
The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent
now Me, I'm kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me
ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me
The beef ain't shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out
That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out
I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye
Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die
Many men wish death, many men 'oh doe'
I make many millions, fuck wit me, that's a 'no no'
This is motion picture shit, there's no director to cast me
The D's, i plead the 5th on every question they ask me
My enemy's enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
see em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me, get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way
try me, get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way
Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue
You thinkin I'm a crip, I'll motherfuckin trip
The cool-out blood, maybe i'm all blood
Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug
Maybe I'm maniac, maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm exactly what my fucking hood made me
Maybe imma do 25 years for murder
Maybe cuz it's clear I'm the clip inserter
I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer
Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther
It's teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom
Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon
Nigga if you cross me, you gon' have to off me
I just keep going no matter where they lost me
You know I'm like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin
You know what's coming next, once nigga slap the clip in
oh yeah
My enemy's enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way
try me get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way
Yeah, this nigga's a appetizer
Where you at wayne?
the full course meal wayne
You awfully quiet
You call Em out, well now I'm out
I got my vultures out
You got get pass me to get em
I'm the baby over here
I'm the smallest nigga in my clique
Shady after-motherfucking-math nigga
3 headed monster – 50, Em, Dre
Fuck with it if you want nigga
This mic on?
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight for the screening of my new film
'I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin''
It's 50 Cent starring as Game, it's sorta biographical
Hope you enjoy yourselves
50 callin me crazy
I might be just maybe
I'm gangsta I'm trippin
The O2 I'm sippin
Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A
Man I'm Hurricane Kane (Damn this nigga changed)
I brought the west back I write the best raps
(But what about Snoop?) Snoop shit ain't all that
And I get baddest bitches man I even fucked Mya
(I fucked her 1st Game) 50 you a liar
See that's why I hate you; you think you know me
I'ma tell everybody you shot my homie
Hope the police get you and you go to jail
Feds fix your account so you can't make bail
Hope everybody ?? G-Unit go to hell
Wit Eminem, Obie , Stat Quo and D-12
So what I was on change of hearts so what I was a stripper
So what I never banged I'm from Compton nigga
Now horror films they scare me
I watch action films very rarely
When it's comedy or it's drama
It's starrin me no problem
Gggggg-Unot I got my own shoe (Game that shit ain't gon' sell)
So the ad's in the magazine nobody can tell
(Good luck wit yo next album man I hope it does well)
You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money
And Jimmy robbin me, he listenin probably
Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother
We got the same father but we got different mothers
Now Suge punked Dre but he don't punk me
I won a vibe award this year nobody punched me
(Game you know I wrote that hook for Hate it or Love it)
So what its still on my trophy case I think I love it
Yeah; it's 50
New album, July 18th
It's called 'I Can't Stay Away'
Y'all thought I was gonna let y'all eat?
Naw nigga
OH!!! This is too much fun man
Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga
Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you
Then you say you woke up out a coma two- thousand and one
well yo brother says you never were in a coma
Then you say you were in a gang; well yo brother says you were never in a gang
Now you can get your records together and you can submit 'em to me
I mean you can send the records you have to me so I can...open...
ya album budget, your recording budget
You gotta send your music to the boss.... that's me the boss
Yeah....it's B-Unit G-Unit that's it that's all
I rule wit a iron fist
Cocksucker
nobody likes me
[brand new by 50 cent]
nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway
and i dont like ya'll anyway
fuck all ya'll
[verse]
i got my watch talk for me
my whip talk for me
my gat talk for me
BAH what up homie
and bitches who dont know me they wanna blow me
cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me
i came into rap humble
i dont give a fuck now
ill serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down
The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash cracks
They keep it on 'em
Right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrappin'
Your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere
So get used to me
Old G's look at me
An' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice
Went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see
[chorus]
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
[chorus]
Yall niggas dont
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin to figure out
How yall started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the sixth
I'm not a marksman while sparkin'
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
It's no coincidence
Niggas who fuck wit' me
Get shot up (blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali-style-
Drive by, an' tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they're like "Damn!"
"50 really spit it on 'em."
"You heard that shit?"
"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."
Beef, you don't want none
So don't start none
You just a small playa in this game
Play your part, son
[Verse]
These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks
An' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An' they say they got a fast car
Nascar
Truck with a crash bar
An' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five
Wit' stock rims
I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin'
I sip Don P 'til I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
I'll get you hit up
Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away
You could get shot
An' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's
That could kill you in eight bars
50, ummm....
Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners
An' we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin'
You get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard
You ain't built like that
See me, when you see me nigga
What! What!
[chorus]
Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh,
Honestly
If a I tell, tell you what,
What you want to know love
There ain't another,
Don't want no other lover
I put nothing above ya.
I kick them to the gutter.
You try to shake me but wound up loving me crazy now
Look at us lately and tell them who's your lady
I'd never thought you'd be the one,
Make me shine brighter than the sun
There ain't no ups and downs,
No in and out to here right now.
If you want me to stay
I never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave you
Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh, Uh oh
Now all your loving that
We're happy it's a fact
Can't nothing hold us back.
We got this in the bag
There ain't no maybe
No questions ,love you daily now
Look at us lately and tell them who's your lady
I'd never thought you'd be the one,
Make me shine brighter than the sun
There ain't no ups and downs,
No in and out to here right now.
If you want me to stay
I never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave you
yo this is for my main man jimmy
(chorus)
My main man jimmyjimmy
he didnt go to college
he smoking by the garb-aagage
(verse1)
yo jimmy be crackin that corn
nobody wants it no more
even that girl got scared they just all ran away
as a matter fact hes a dork
he got the oooooo and the ahhhhhhh inpork
he got those goofy glassy
and he aint got no fashion
but the girls want him he cant stop it
its like sean paul
"shake dat ting mizz annebelle
jodi and rebecca
be lapdancing on him to the early morn
then rebbeca's turntil the brrreak of dawn
now get busy with jimmy
(chorusx3)
(verse2)
yo me and jimmy be hangin at the ally
then we hang at jenny craig and Bally's(sweeettt)
how u gonna act like my main man dont be gettin jumped
u know i dont cause he be actin like he all dat
now he payin the price he feels as sorry as ice(oh my goodness)
but jimmy WASSS a good kid
we go to our job and get r bidd
too bad jimmy i hope u out there
listin to this now say
(chorusx3)
(verse3)
now let me tell ya bout me
im from new york
be makin yall eat that yolk
then ya puke TOO NASTY
then it goes all ZINGY ZANGY
OHNO a rap attack
change ya mind just like that
in a snap
its all in the heart of rap
peace out its over word wit a lil bit of this right now
watch this i told ya
(chorusx2)
yo richard edmonds this has been a gcz momment
gansta chillz yo peace jimster
Everyday is so wonderful, then suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then i get insecure, from all the pain
I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends your delirious
So comsumed in all your doom
Trying hard to feel the emptiness, the peace is gone,
Left the puzzle undone ,is that the way it is?
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
'Cause you are beautiful in every single way
Yes words can'tbring you down
So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do
No matter what we say
We're the song inside the tune, full of beautiful mistakes
And every were we go the sun will always shine
And tomorrow we might awake up on the other side
'Cause we are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes words won't bring us down
Ohh, i ,ohhhh
So don't you bring me down Ohh, i ,ohhhh today.....
(Chours)
my buddy
my buddy
where ever I go, he go
my buddy
my buddy
you can run for your life, i'm gonna stick him out the window
my buddy
my buddy
I'll lay yo ass out, mutha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place
I recommend
Don't say hello to my little friend
(Lloyd Banks)
Everwhere I go, I gotta tag along
Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall,gasp and crawl
You need a bullet proof vest, mask and all
You gotta bring yo buddy when its time to roam
Cuz I got hit, last time I left mine at home
My hand bling from the platium,the shine is chromey
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
He's so alive boo, I bought him a rubber coat for christmas
Infer red beem and a scope for distance
He the best company,when approching business
He gon' ride wit me til the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N
(Chours)
(50 Cent)
Yeah!
My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all blocked off
I take him to hustle stash him in the trash can
My fingertips soak for 4 hours,I bag grams
Your destinations hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He don't have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin in the hood so his name ring bells
Miss Jones stay on the third floor, she call the cops on me
They came, I ran, I had to toss my envelope homey
Niggas no I got no friends so they stay in they place kid
I stay screeming on niggas and beat up bass heads
These niggas ain't down they just like to pretend
Keep fuckin around they gonna say hello to my little friend
(Chours)
(Young Buck)
We been through it all,yeah, we both still livin
We been in a box but we both still spitin
And when it was peace you played your position
Got under the seat til we spotted our victim
They wouldn't listen til they heard you go off
Remember it was broad day light in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason the nigga stopped rappin like Pac
People see you and run and you ain't even say shit
They just know you ain't nuttin to play wit
You stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where you headed you gotta know where you been
My glock stay wit me we friends til the end
(Chours)
Yo Yo Yo
You didn't know I was comin
Till you saw the cops comin
While I was comin
In my girl she aint did nuthin
They fuckin took her like she was thiers
The ran down the stairs
Then I pulled up my underwheres
I ran after them
They had her in the pen
Barking like a dog with open arms
Tellin me to come save her
Its the middle night lame-o
I dont think I could help ya
Even if I was yo savior
(chorus)
You aint worth it to me
Hey Mudd was here
You aint worth it to me
Hey Mudd was here
Pass me a beer x2
You saw me walkin down the street
Stompin my feet,
to ma own beat
Didnt give a shit
But ma shoes was shinin
Hoes was linin, up
To give ma dick a suck
Gave every bitch a pluck
As I hit my fuckin pocket book
Dont tell me you cant hear me or see me
I know you see me
You be dancin in the street and
Lookin at me like shit man haha
(Chorus)
Yo dis is 50
young man
New plan
Fuck ppl up like Jackie Chan
I was drivin ma van
Gave your chink as wip lash
Gave ma ass a slap
From your whip
You rockin me good
Bed bout ready to break
I know that i should
FUCK YOU
(chorus)
Its 50, Yeah
It's time I laid back on Em',
Real smooth yeah.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm not down for the mind sex,
I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet,
you can burn an inncent.
Lay back and relax,
feal the good vibrations,
after me fuck I dont a conversation.
Pardon me love that ass lookin right,
what you doin' tonight,
you should stop aight.
My body language say it all,
so we ain't gotta talk.
I got fly spot southside queens New York.
Now you know I wanna fuck,
no doubt but I wanna try a different route,
Don't say a word,
un-button your blouse,
pull that skirt down.
Come to my bed time to put it down.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm not down for the mind sex,
I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet,
you can burn an inncent.
Lay back and relax,
feal the good vibrations,
after we fuck I dont a conversation.
New princess show me your interests,
wait let me guess you like my ghetto poetry.
Here's a little something I wrote down,
incase you ever came around,
you hear that fly shit,
you know it's me.
Position after position,
I'll exploit your body,
like an instuctor for yoga or advanced pilates.
Your working up a sweat,
you like it how I like it?
Go ahead go up and down,
I like it when you ride it.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm not down for the mind sex,
I'm tryin' to get some pussy and jet,
you can burn an inncent.
Lay back and relax,
feal the good vibrations,
after we fuck I dont a conversation.
Mother fuckin right I dont want no conversation,
talk to a bitch try to explain to her why she should give me some boyzes and the bitch slow. First she know then she dont know if she gunna give some boyzes, she slow. So I ain't supposed to be hangin out with no mentally retarted hoe, you know shit like that, you know what I'm sayin'? It's the kid man, It's the 50 man. Come on man, I'm in Taiwan man,type A, Thiland,
I got the Asian hoes man, all together man. Niggas dont even believe in me man. I gotta put this shit on tape man, 4 bitches at the same time man, theres a difference when you just got 4 bitches, there just is. You or when you got 4 bitches that are just dead, really get into it, start being there for themselves, you know what I mean? I talk A bitch into anything man. You gotta listen o me man, I'm good at this man, yous dont be listenin man. Thats why you ain't got no money man. Put your hands in your pockets right now. You know why you aint got no money? Cause you dont listen to 50. Stupid nigga, I'm tellin ya to pay attention man. Watch me man, hunh? Niggas know what im sayin'. I'm off the same curb you are. Why I got a hundred mill' and you aint got nuttin, hunh?
The lake was formed
They built houses stood there still
They stood so close to the sun
I've powerless will
Now the lake is on fire
And everyone's praying for rain
Matchbox
I've got a head full of rocks
And I need a doctor
Do it do it do it don't do it again
I'm going down to the river
With my pockets so full of weight
Down to the river
If it's isn't already too late
The sky is on fire
And everyone's saying my name
Matchbox
I've got a head full of rocks
And I need a doctor
Do it do it do it don't do it again
I had no life before you baby
What did I do baby
I had no life before you
-- 50 Cent * ft. [ Brooklyn ] --
Many Men wish death upon me blood in my eyes dawg
and I cant see, I'm trying to be destined what I'm destined
to be and niggas tryna take my life away I put a whole in a
nigga for fucking wit' me my back on the wall now you gon'
see you better watch what you say when you talk about me,
coz I'll come and take your life away many men.. many many
many many men wish death upon me Lord I dont cry no mo'
don't look to the sky no mo' have mercy on me..
* 50 Cent *
hey these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head,
go on get your refund mother fucker I aint dead I'm the diamond
in the dirt that aint been found, I'm the underground king
and I aint been crowned when I rhyme suttin special happen
everytime Im the greatest suttin like Ali and this prime I walk
the block with the bundles I been knocked from the humble swing the ?
when i rumble got a temper on me nigga go head lose your head turn
your back on me get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on
my waist chip on my shoulder til I bust a clip on your face this beef aint over
*Chorus*
Many men.. Many many many many men wish death
'pon me Lord I dont cry no more don't look to the sky
no mo' have mercy on me.. have mercy on my soul [ Dj Vlad ]
somewhere my heart turned cold have mercy on.. many men
many many many many men wish death 'pon me
* Brooklyn *
see many bitches don't like cause I dont gotta get on my
knees to make a couple more g's I left the hood so they
talk about me but I aint too far come back and lay your
ass on street see I dont think they understand you cant
interupt god's plan so stop fucking with me coz im not that
type of bitch ill fill your brain with every bullet in this 'clipse
so stop fucking wit me
you better watch what you say when takk about me i aint fox
not kim not eve im fully capable of burn all three im a threat to
this game like deadly disease.. im the reason these broads is
about to go bankrupt they coppin'minks and jewels I was stackin
the cake up- I'm 19 now and Im goin on 20 and I'd be damned if
grandma walked around wit her pockets empty I'm from the
dark part of the ghetto I been through hunga, let's pretend I'm
death comin' and I gotcha numba I put you in your grave
with a good one slumba everybody in the hood know im the new
world wonda im a young chick doin it, shittin on half these hoes
everything I spit sounds so super-nat-ural and broads wanna hate
I laugh at those coz brook'll flip the script turn around and clap a hoe
*Chorus*
* Brooklyn *
yo lemme tell ya'll people sumthin' somebody needs to call 911
Dj Vlad has officially.. kept me, Brooklyn hostage in this boof yo
this is Brooklyn and im chillin up in here wit Dj Vlad reppin' aftermaf
like no other- fuck murder inc I wouldnt even give those mother
fuckers one bar.. im tired.. im hungry.. im out
"50 Cent
Many Men (Video versoin)
[50 Cent]
We both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica Queens.
Two street kids now men.
It's sad it had to end this way.
But before I go into that, lets start from the beginnin'
(sound of rewinding tape)
[skit]
(2 men in a car)
Man 1: I've been waitin to fuck this clown B.
Man 2: Ok, shits done. Are you ready to do this?
Man 1: Are you crazy? I'm ready to fuck this clown. Son, please get me
across the street!
Man 2: Are you ready to do this?
Man 1: Im ready! Im ready! Yo! Get me across the the street!
(50 Cent walks out of building)
Lemme go! Lets go! Lets go!
(50 Cent is shot, hits wall of building(champagne bottle popping), and hits floor)
[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dog and I can't see
I'm try'n to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas try'n to take my life away (C'mon!)
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, plus hey, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?("homie" echoes once)
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathing
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
[50 Cent]
We both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica Queens
Two street kids, now men.
Its sad it had to end this way
(50 cents is flipped and dropped)
[50 Cent & Berma]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
[Berma]
So many bitches donÂ't like me cuz I donÂ't
gotta get on my knees to make a couple more GÂ's
I left the hood so when you talk about me but
I ainÂ't too far, to come back and lay your ass on the streets
See, I donÂ't think they understand you canÂ't interrupt godÂ's plans
So stop fucking wit me cuz Im not that type of bitch.
So I'll fill your brain with every in this clip so stop fucking with me.
(Rap)
You betta watch what you say when you talk about me
I ainÂ't fox, not kim, not eve. IÂ'm fully capable of burn all three
IÂ'm a threat to this game, like a deadly disease
IÂ'm the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt
They coppin minx and jewels I was stacking the cake up
IÂ'm 19 now and IÂ'm goin on 20 and IÂ'll be damned if
Berma walks around wit her pockets empty
I from the dark part of the ghetto
I been through hunger LetÂ's pretend
IÂ'm death comin and I got your number.
I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber
Everybody in the hood knows IÂ'm the new
world wonder IÂ'm a young chic doing it,
shittin on haft these hoes.
Everything I spit sounds so supernatural
And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those
Cuz Berma flip the script and turn
around and clap a hoe
[50 cent & Bermam]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
(feat. Noreaga)
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Yo it's all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis
[50 Cent talking]
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
[50 Cent talking]
Know what I'm saying
""Magic Stick"
(feat. 50 Cent)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick
[50 Cent]
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic clit
I'm on fire, lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
.. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Lil' Kim)]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I got the magic clit)
[Lil' Kim + (50 Cent)]
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
(Magic stick) I got the magic bop
HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT
(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, I'll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and I ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke
lil' kim:
I got the magic clit
i know if i get lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
Lil' Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo's with the same color wheels
.. and I ain't out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight Lil' Kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I'm answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When Lil' Kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "Drugs" baby, I'm makin ya HIGH!!
50 * lil' kim*:
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
*I am the baddest chick*
*Shorty you don't believe me, then call me tonight*
*And I'll show you maaagic - what? What?*
Maaagic *uh-huh, uh-huh*
*I got the magic clit*
Lil' Kim + *50 Cent*
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
*Sex ain't a race* But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is *one minute, six seconds*
*Magic stick* I got the magic box
HAVE THAT ASS TRICKIN AFTER ONE BACK SHOT
*The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot*
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick
I got the magic clit
i know if i get lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then call me tonight
And I'll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
[Obie Trice]
Ya’ll don’t see me in the hood
It’s ‘cause I’m doing this man
[Obie Trice]
Niggas I’m still grinding (yea)
I’m still hearing those sirens (whoo whoo)
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the lights lime and my mic’s on (unh)
And my time is none
Because I’m writing more
And I ain’t here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this (fo’ sho)
And I can’t let ya’ll derail me man
I got young Kobe homie, you gotta let go of Obie
‘Cause Obie be back (We ain’t going nowhere man)
We get them craps going on and that “Yac” going on
Soon as a nigga touch down, back from touring
It’s whatever (whatever), put that on the cheddah man
But in the meantime it’s Jimmy Iovine time (fo’ sho)
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out (fo’ sho)
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now I’m here, so shut your motherfucking mouth
And show me love bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
[Obie Trice In Background] I don’t love you bitch, ha, haha, right
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Obie Trice In Background] We wanna love alcohol,
we wanna love guns, we wanna love money,
we don’t wanna love no bitches though
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Eminem]
There’s a certain mystique, when I speak
That you notice that’s sort of unique, ‘cause you know it’s me
My poetry’s deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, it’s known any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
It ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry, it ain’t even money
You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, it’s cockamamie
You just ain’t zany enough, to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit-n-kaboodle
I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno
Assume it, there’s no humor in it no more
You know, I’m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me. . . bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[Obie Trice In Background] And all the bitches say
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain’t about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain (yea)
If I was you, I’d love men too, I roll like a boss
911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce (whoo!)
I ain’t gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit (uh huh)
Let me find out he fucking ‘round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty’ momma in the precinct hollering rape
I’m convinced man, something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fucking with her nose (goddamn!)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn’t have no beats (uh huh)
That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B’more to deep throat
Yea!
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
[50 Cent In Background] I love the burners, the money, the bunnies,
I just wanna hold ya, hahaha
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life
[50 Cent In Background] I just wanna love ya
I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
[50 Cent] Yea!
I know what ya want
And I got what ya need
The only thing I don't have is la-a-a-a-a--a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ave
All I need now is your love and comfort
And I all I need is warmth
I know what you neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed
Chorus
Give me more
Love me more
Tell me your my love forever
This my ...............
Luuurve
See what I mean when I'm lonely
See what I mean when I'm saaad
All I need is money for this love
That's for the shape
Shape
Shaaaape
Shape of my heart
Chrus (x2)
[Intro:]
Yeah
New 50
London, London
[Verse 1:]
When I come up in the club with my nine, I'll be front from the hoes with my shine, tell shorty I don't do this all the time, but I'll buy her ass a drink cause she's fine, you know a nigga usually don't trip, but I really wanna catch you in my six, be a freak from the shorty suck a dick, if it's really good I can come quick...Haha
[Chours: x2]
[50 Cent]
Girl you know every time you come around your London, London bridge is going down, your
[Fergie]
London, London, London wanna go down
[50 Cent]
Comin' comin' comin in your mouth
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Oh shit, the gr...
... When I mix it with the juice, the Red Bull is here to give us a boost, for sure now a nigga is confused, so many bitches up in here I can choose, now I don't know which one imma pick, they ride with me in my Bentley coupe, and when you split it kind a G it's sick, you could leave it to a three o shit
[Chours: x2]
[50 Cent:]
Girl you know every time you come around your London, London bridge is going down, your
[Fergie:]
London, London, London wanna go down
[50 Cent:]
Comin' comin' comin in your mouth
Awww Shit
Great bitch man I'm mixing at the juice (Oh, shit)
The red bull never did it as a boost (Oh, shit)
First I was showing out niggas is confused (Oh, shit)
So many bitches up in here I can choose (Oh, shit)
Now I don't know which one I'ma pick (Oh, shit)
They ride wit me in my bently come quick (Oh, shit)
Now when you spit the kinda G I spit (Oh, shit)
You can leave it to a three and shit (Oh, shit)
[Chorus x2]
Ooh this how it's supposed to feel
This is how you sounds when you know who won
This is the unit ha haa
Mobb Deep, MOB, SP, Hot Jon Ha Haaa
Ah, da, da, da, da, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ah, da, da, da, da, doo, doo, doo, doo
[Speech:]
Me like a bullet type, you know they comin' right
Fergie love em' long time
My girls support right?
[x2]
They can't stop me (ATO story Callabo)
niggas ani't stoping nothin but traffic (Fergiacal)
TURN IT UP
[Fergie:]
When I come to the clubs, step aside (Oh, shit)
Part the seas, don't be having me in the line (Oh, shit)
V.I.P 'cause you know I gotta shine (Oh, shit)
I'm Fergie Ferg
And me love you long time (Oh shit)
All my girls get down on the floor (Oh, shit)
Back to back drop it down real low (Oh, shit)
I'm such a lady but I'm dancing like a ho (Oh, shit)
'cause you know I don't give a fuck so here we go! (Oh shit)
[Chours: x2]
[50 Cent:]
Girl you know every time you come around your London, London bridge is going down, your
[Fergie:]
London, London, London wanna go down
[50 Cent:]
Comin' comin' comin in your mouth
[50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) I know you like style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
The hoodrats they say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY
No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit
"50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us
They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas
Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how
[50 Cent]
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like "baby girl I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard
From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin
We family baby, kissin cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, got to ya husband
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)
You gone like how I break it down
[Tony Yayo]
You're not really, really ready (ready)
The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
You're not really, really ready (ready)
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)
Really really ready (ready)
(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))
[50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) I know you like style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
The hoodrats they say 'He so crazy'
The snitches they say 'He tried to spray me'
That's what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY
No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit
'50 you need some help' chill Yayo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us
They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas
Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how
[50 Cent]
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like 'baby girl I like them curves'
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard
From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin
We family baby, kissin cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, got to ya husband
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)
You gone like how I break it down
[Tony Yayo]
You're not really, really ready (ready)
The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
You're not really, really ready (ready)
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)
Really really ready (ready)
(Verse 1)
Nobody likes me...
Nobody likes me
But that's ok
Cuz I don't like yall anyway
An' I don't like yall anyway
Yo! My watch talk to me
My whip talk to me
My gat talk for me
BLAW! what up homie
The bitches who don't know me
They wanna blow me
Cuz the shit I floss with
be sayin' everything for me
I came into rap humbly
I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down
The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash cracks
They keep it on 'em
Right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to
I'll Have the paramedics wrappin'
Your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere
So be used to me
OG's look at me
An' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice
Went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop myth's
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see
(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six
(Verse 2)
I'm not a marksman while sparkin'
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
It's no coincidence
Niggas who fuck wit' me
Get shot up (blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali-style-
Drive by, an' tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they're like "Damn!"
"50 really spit it on 'em."
"You heard that shit?"
"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."
Beef, you don't want none
So don't start none
You just a small playa in this game
Play your part, son
(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
(Verse 3)
These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks
An' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An' they say they got a fast car
Nascar
Truck with a crash bar
An' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five
Wit' stock rims
I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin'
I sip Don P 'til I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
I'll get you hit up
Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away
You could get shot
An' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's
That could kill you in eight bars
50, ummm....
Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners
An' we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin'
You get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard
You ain't built like that
See me, when you see me nigga
What! What!
(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six
Crimson red over bulldog
Where did you learn to spell?
Wallflower, wallflower
A convalescent smell
Set the scene for the prolog
From a padded cell
We are two beings that go together well
Some fools pray for love
Or say that love is a game
You should never begin
But you know me well you know me well you know
Know what shape I'm in
You love your daddy
I love my pop
You speak so freely
You make you make you make my heart stop
Crimson red over bulldog
Where did you learn to spell?
Wallflower wallflower
The convalescent smell
Some fools pray for love
Or say that love is a game
You should never begin
But you know me well you know me well you know
Know what shape I'm in
Set the scene for the prolog
From a padded cell
We are two beings that go together well
CHORUS
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down
50 CENT
I been ???? in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother fuckin khakis on
Nah that iight man I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and ??? hit you upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin my dues
They say my music make a gangster want to pop something
Well tell them niggas they could pop this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds
In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit and imma lay punk ass down
YOUNG BUCK
Hating niggas from long range for writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!
LLOYD BANKS
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folda
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday is Christmas
[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas
New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent..
Are you ready?
[Gun click]
I said are you ready?
See you wit me nigga?
DROP DEAD.
[mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
'G UNIT'
'Somthin new'
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
and Niggaz know, I be on the low
but I miss my dawg
and I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your door
What up 50?
Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop
so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid
Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid
Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them 'Million go tops on Gar-bo'
Country came around, hes into clappin
country left, same shit started happening
Like 'He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again..
'naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga,
yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!'
(damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood)
you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good
sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
so, I take a quote from menace 'LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!'
I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something,
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm
bout my money nigga buy something!
I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one...
'yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga,
you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin?
I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me
Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin
'50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us' ha ha...
Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
I got a million...
OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone
[Eminem]
When I just a little baby boy,
my momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
she used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older
and I realized, she was the crazy one
But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
cause that's just the way she was
They said I can't rap about bein broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playin
Thinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! [*chainsaw revs up*]
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
danglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
[Chorus: Eminem]
Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me
.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)
Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)
Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..
[Eminem]
Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added
WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? NO! Eminem insult
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
to do it again, THEN, if he does it again
you'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
in a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin murder material
in a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
[Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")]
[Eminem]
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
this eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!
TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
just to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?
FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
from fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her
from principal to the student body and counselor
from in-school to before school to out of school
I don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungs
just to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it
OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY
I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.
I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHE
You faggots keep eggin me on
til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?
SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet
I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you
YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!
[Chorus]
[first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!", ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!"]
[Eminem]
Hahaha, I'm just playin ladies
You know I love you
Da names K.O.G ,
king o games .
I fuck some girls,
dey ar da same.
Ima basket ball player,
Ima girl player too.
and if u ask me
I cud F*** u 2
im ghetto
so stay outta
my way
my name is K.O.G
im da king of games
[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain't gon' want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin' tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a bitch in the eye
Look, don't play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I don't wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
I'm only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
A'ight
Cause I ain't giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
That's why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard shit!
[Beat Changes]
[50 Cent]
If I make it to heaven
I'll probably be in the bitch lonely
Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me'
You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
You probably thinking how he get there
That nigga my coatie
The weather in hell is kinda hot
You know like the block
I heard it really burns
Homie, you know like a shot
That's alright for me shit
Cause Im in the drop
Drive around heavy
Tryna find BIG and PAC
Niggaz think when they die
All they problems stop
You die in jail, and wake up in hell
Still on lock
Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
Wake up holdin' your head, still shot
Niggaz don' died of AIDS
You know the dirty dick
Wake up in hell horny
Fidna fuck the same bitch
DAMN
Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
The only nigga hotter than me
Dead already nigga
I know what you thinkin
You thinkin that's it
Yeah nigga let's just keep it short and sweet
You know!
[Intro]
First time I hit it was a one night stand
Second time and third time now that wasn’t planned
Fourth time and fifth time and I was in a jam
But if I aint fuck with her I hafta do it with my hand
Ima make ya love this love this love this
I say ima make ya love this love this
[Verse 1]
Now ya had sex with thick thighs
Pretty brown eyes
N shoulda seen the look on her face when she told lies
told her man she was with her girlfriend when I was wit her
had a grin from ear ta ear dawg after I hit her
she the type that use her tongue from all the tongue kissin
real freak man we did it in like 8 positions
when the fire works went of in other words I nut
little man went down she got him right back up
For real dawg she was far from those lazy hoes I know
got on top and rode dick like she was doin tae-bo
and 1, 2, 3, 4-
daddy ya had enough
gimme some more
started out on the bed,ended up on the floor
met her in DC on a Nastradamous tour
spent a little time wit her in the booth chillin
she lookin in my eyes, hope she aint catchin a feelin
[Hook]
I don’t wantcha to love me
I wanna fuck and just be friends
It feels good when u hug me
But I got a girl and u got a man
I don’t wantcha to love me
I wanna fuck and just be friends
It feels good when u hug me
But I gotta girl and u gotta man
I Don’t wantcha to love me
[Verse 2]
Next step I had my head between her legs gummin
I said tell me when u get this
She scremin IM CUMMIN
You kno the routine-
Get dat, hit that, sit back
Hit the pussy good we can chit chat
If its whack I aint gon call the bitch back
Thinking im a trick and not hate
U can forget that
Shorty u got a man
U perfect for me
Head game the bomb
Its worf it for me
You in a relationship
Im in a relationship
That don’t mean we cant have relations- SHIT
See me in the hood~
“hi” is enough, you aint gotta give me a hug
just call me when ya wan’ show me some love
[Hook]
I don’t wantcha to love me
I wanna fuck and just be friends
It feels good when u hug me
But I got a girl and u got a man
i don’t wantcha ta love me
I wanna fuck and just be friends
It feels good when u hug me
But I gotta girl and u gotta man
Don’t wantcha to love me
Yeah! It's 50!
Chorus
She got a habit man she powder her nose
And you can see she was a freak I suppose
She in the telly she use all three holes
Man you know me I just go with the flow
Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit
And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top
Fast, prayin that the condom pop
That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me
Now Hollywood's been real real good to me
Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit
In the whip she gives CPR to my dick
You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick
This role play I'm really gettin into this shit
In the telly om all fours I'm ridin that horse
Screamin WOO HA!!! till my voice is lost
Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss
My dick XXL you can call me The Source
You can lie 'bout my performance and give bad reviews
A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes
Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused
Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true
They say I do things that I never ever do
On the radio, they say me and you a item
Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like 'em
I can't be your man Paris head game great
And Eve's usin dildos on her sex tape
Ashanti's lil' ass butt naked in the truck
These bitches is poppin off why would I tie myself up
At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit
Other niggaz saw it but I felt she showed me it
Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit
My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick
Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera
You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah
It's on you got the water in the tub
Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha
Chorus
She got a habit man she powder her nose
And you can see she was a freak I suppose
She in the telly she use all three holes
Man you know me I just go with the flow
Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit, and it's on
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
**** baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this ----
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a ----- from the old school
On the dance floor, a ----- doin' old moves
I don't give a ----, I do what I wan' do
I --- your --- up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, ----- don't trip
Yo' ---- in the car, mine's in this -----
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a ----- really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna (UHH) your pants just a lil bit
(OOOOOOHHHHH)
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to ------ and ----- a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I ************
Pockets full a sh** cause I move the ***
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya -----, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and say ya my **
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro man
She back it up on me I'm like oh man
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a N*GGA really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna (AHHHHH) your pants just a lil bit
(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to l*ckin and f**Kin a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna f**K tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, ********, ********, c'mon
[Chorus x2]
All a n**** really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna ********* your pants just a lil bit
*****************************************
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to l*ckin and f**kin a lil bit
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this ----
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a ----- from the old school
On the dance floor, a ----- doin' old moves
I don't give a ----, I do what I wan' do
I --- your --- up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, ----- don't trip
Yo' ---- in the car, mine's in this -----
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a ----- really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to ------ and ----- a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I ----- the ---
Pockets ?? cause I move the ---
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya -----, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a ---
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a ----- really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to ------ and ----- a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna ---- tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, ---- down, --- up, c'mon
[Chorus x2]
All a ----- really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna -------- your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to ------ and ----- a lil bit
Yeah... Shady...Aftermath.. G-Unit
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit...
A lil bit o' dis a lil bit o' dat...
Get crackin' in the club when you hear the shady..
Drop it like it's hot when you're workin' that back....
Girl shake that thing yeah work that thing,
Let me see it go up and down...
Rotate that thing, I wanna touch that thing when you make it go round and round...
I step up in the club I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house yeah that's my clique
Yeah I'm young but a nigga from the old school,
On a dance floor nigga doing old moves...
I don't give a fuck I do what I wanna do,
I hit your ass up boy I done warned you,
Better listen when I talk nigga don't trip,
Your heat in the club, mine's in this bitch,
I ain't tryin' to leave I'm tryin' to get my drink on.
I got my diamonds, my fitted, and my my mink on..
I'm gonna kick it at the bar til it's time to go,
Then I'm gonna get shorty here and I'm gonna let her know...
[chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I'm wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take 'em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit... get to lickin' it a lil bit...
This is 50 comin' out your stereo..
Hard to tell yo cuz I switch the flow,
Eyes a little low cuz a twist a joe
Pocket are swelled cuz I move the o's..
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get your bitch she on me dawg,
She must a heard about the dough,
Now captain c'mon and sail real hard.
I get crunk in the club I'm off the chain
I'm the one on the chart all the time main
When the kids in the house I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed that's without a doubt
Shorty shake that thing like a pro main
She back dat up on me I'm like oh man
I get close enough to her so I know she get hit
Since I'm jumpin' party's jumpin I say it loud and clear.
[chorus]
You really got me feelin' right.. (ya heard me)
My mama gone you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin' I tryin' to fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon (haha).
[chorus 2x]
[Styles]
Children grow and women e
And men go work X, yeah
J Lo, yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
We off the block this year
Went from a load to a lot this year
Everybody mad at the rocks that I wear
I know where I'm going and I know where I'm from
You hear Lox in the air
Yeah we at the airport out in D-Block
From the block where everybody Air Force'd out
With a new white T, you fresh
Nothing phoney with us
Make the money, get the mansion, bring it home Swizz
[Jennifer Lopez]
From In Living Color to movie scripts
To On The Six , to J Lo to this headline clips
I stay grounded
As the amounts roll in
I'm real I thought I told you (I'm real)
I'm real even on Oprah (I'm real)
That's just me
Nothing phoney, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see, oh
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
[50 Cent]
It's everyday I go out and say hey
to the people all around me, but then
I see someone lookin' back at me, and I think...
it's JFTB.
[Jennifer Lopez]
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
I'm down to earth like this
Rockin' this business
I've grown up so much
I'm in control and lovin' it
Rumors got me laughing kid
I love my life and my public
Put God first and can't forget to stay real
To me its like breathing, yeah
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
[Styles & Jadakiss]
Yo, yo
It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, the assets
You get back what you put out
And even if you take the good route
You can't count the hood out
After a while you'll know who to blend with
Just keep it real with the ones you came in with
Best thing to do is stay low
The blocks and J Lo
They act like they don't - but they know
They can't get a penny from the block (Every one's got to make a living)
And at the end of the day
She's still Jenny from the block, yeah
[50 Cent]
Hey girl, whatcha doin girl
I got five-hundred dollars, let's go girl
c'mom c'mon
just you and me
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go
I know where I came from
(From The Bronx)
[50 Cent & Styles]
Yeah!
[WHITE-BOY DISS]
[JOSE] (CHORUS)
SHIT U AINT NO PLAYA BICHT I AINT GOT
TIME TO FUCK AROUND SHIT U AINT WORTH MILL
MUDAFUCKA I DO TAKE THEM PILLS
BITCH IM GANSTA NOW TELL ME WAT R U NOW
GET CLOSE I KICK YO ASS ALL DA WAY
NEVER LIKED UR FUCKIN ASS ANYWAY
BICHT U AINT NO THUG MUDAFUCKA I AINT
SHOWIN NO LUV U FAGOOT GET RUBBED
WAT U CANT HEAR ME GET A HEARIN AID
YOU SO CHEAP UR HEART IS PUMPIN LEMONADE
[JOSE]
NOW A DAYS U CANT TRUST A BROTHA
CUZ MUDAFUCKAS BE KILLIN EACH OTHA
GODDAMN U SO MUDAFUCKIN GAY
WHOS DICK R U ON TODAY?
IM OFF DA LEASH,OFF DA CHAIN
FUCK U TOO U AINT GOTTA SAY MY NAME
SHIT I JUST STARTED THIS MEXICAN GAME
SPEAK NOW OR FOREVER HOLD A DICK IN YA MOUTH
BICHT MY ESE NANDO RUN FUCKIN SOUTH
FAGGOT ASS BEEN PUSHED TO DA WALL
BITCH SAY U GOT DA BALLS
MUDAFUCKAS I GOT ALL OF YALL
[JOSE]
MUDAFUCKA HATES DAT IM WINNIN
SHIT IM LIKE THIS SINCE DA BEGINNIN
OH SHIT NOW YOUR ASS IS SPINNIN
BITCH WHITE BOY OR PUSSY?
ETHER WAY I LEAVE YOUR ASS ALL MUSHY
MEXICANOS BICHT WE BALLIN
PENDEJO YOU AINT NO CUZ
SHIT I AINT INTO SELLIN DRUGS
SHIT YOUR JUST JELOUS CUS IM DA BEST
U KNOW ME IM NOT LIKE THE REST
MEXICANS WE BEATEN ALL
SHIT JUST FUCK EM ALL MAKIN EM FALL
LOOK BICHT DONT FUCK WIT US
WIT A MINUTE WACHT THIS...HAHA...
ORALE VATO START RAPPIN ESE...THATS WAT U WANT,RIGHT?...
[NANDO]
im sick of this motherfuckers running thier mouth
dude dont fuck wit my clique homes we're from the south
if u think u can can get gully then lets brawl
leaving u bloddy on the street wit ur teeth out ur jaw
and the the last time u say shit behind my back
cuz ur pissing me off so i'll bust out a gat
u can say all the shit u can but it dont hurt me
cuz ill fuck u up enuff to beg for mercy
i can beleive u still talkin u must be lil ill
cuzthe last person did dat they was writing their will
face it dawg u cant beat ull never have the skill
(50 Cent)
Intro: Yo it's G-Unit Up In Here. Another Diss track for You Bitch Ass Niggaz.
We aint payin for this shit man. Be reasonable.
(Music Starts, The Next episode Beat)
Tony Yayo:
La La La La La
It's the Mothafucking G-Unit
La La La La La
U better not abuse it
Yo this game is called hip-hop, only bout making cash
Irv Gotti all tied up between Ashanti and his stash
Ja Fool is never on time
Thats why hes never in the studio making real rhymes
Mitsubishi Tah, Judy Sack and Crackchild
U call That Murda, I say U better go back, child
This game aint for u, let alone your servants
watch your mouth unless you want to get blasted all the way to Harlem
MURDA!!!!! Ya'll aint never killed a flea
The only people that died was the Murderers with H.I.V.
Ja You Pussy.
Lloyd Banks:
La La La La La
It's The Realist Killaz reppin NYC
La La La La La
Yo Better watch it before I send My Heat
Yo, I've been in this game before your Mama was changin diapers
You can call me a veteran, or a lean mean sniper
I'll take three shots at your boys leave em gasping
Don't blame me though, it was 50 who was thrashing
Rap aint about the hoez or all the great cars
It's about killin your enemies in less than eight barz
G-G-G- G Unit, guess you are tired of that phrase
Well I'm not Irv i don't Hire Murda Gays
When I got shot in September
It wasn't your gunz, It was the puss paintball gun you lent her
Don't let m catch you wondering around my home
I carry a 45 with me in case I need to pop some drones
Yeah...G-G-G- G Unit
Nigga dont try nuttin.
The Italian man who went to Malta
One day imma gona to Malta to bigga hotell
In the morning i go down to eat a breakfast
I tell the waitress i wanna 2 pisses of toast
She brings me only one piss
I tell her i wanna to piss
She says go to the toilet
I say you dont understand
I want to piss on my plate
She say you better no piss on the plate
You son of a bitch!
I dont even know the lady
And she calls me a son of a bitch
Later
I go to eat at a bigga resturant
The waitress bring me a spoon and
a knife, but no fork!
I tell her i wanna the fuck
She tellin me everyone wanna fuck
I tell her you dont understand
I wanna fucka on the table
She say you better not fuck on the table
You son of a bitch!
So i go back to my room in a hotel
And there is no sheeats on the bed
Call the manager and im tellin him i wanna shit!
He tellin me go to the toilet
I say you dont understand
I wanna shit on my bed!
He say you better not shit on my bed
You son of you bitch!
I go to the check out
and the man in the desk says
Peace on you, i said piss on you too
you son of a bitch!
Im goin back to Italia, Arrivederci
New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent..
Are you ready?
(Gun click)
I said are you ready?
See you wit me nigga?
DROP DEAD.
(mumbles:) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
'G UNIT'
'Somthin new'
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
and Niggaz know, I be on the low
but I miss my dawg
and I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your door
What up 50?
Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop
so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid
Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid
Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them 'Million go tops on Gar-bo'
Country came around, hes into clappin
country left, same shit started happening
Like 'He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again..
'naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga,
yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!'
(damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood)
you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good
sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
so, I take a quote from menace 'LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!'
I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something,
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm
bout my money nigga buy something!
I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one...
'yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga,
you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin?
I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me
Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin
'50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us' ha ha...
Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
I got a million...
OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya niggas better lay down, youngin stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...
[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood
I dont trust a motherfuckin soul
When the D's come they fold
On my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to operate
Bcuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when its hot
[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood
The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, b!tch get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow ... You know not to do good now
[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Sactown
Its your Kings, we gonna party likes its the Finals
Yo we gonna party like, its the Finals
And you know we dont giva damn cause we Sactown
You can see them on the court, passin' on da dimes
We got all the punch you need, Peja's throwin' up the threes
To be sure when we win it all we can inflate the Lakers balls
So give the Kings some love, watch them rise above
Find Vlade in the paint
Try to block him but you can't
Bobby's got what you need
Hittin' you with his speed
Kings
Go, go, go, go, go, go Shawty,
Ish ya birthday,
We gonna party like ish ya birthday,
We gonna sip Bacardi like ish ya birthday,
And you know we don't give a f*ck thats ya birthday.
*Chorus X2*
You'll find me in da club, Bottle fulla bub,
Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz.
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin love,
So come give me a hug, if ya into gettin rubbed.
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz I'm doing,
When I roll 20 deep, so it's drama, it da club.
And now roll with Dre, everybody show me love,
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love.
But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down, G's up,
I see Xzibit in the cut hey man roll that weed up.
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp,
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp.
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot,"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac.
But holla in New York them fo' show tell ya I'm loco,
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold.
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind,
I got a mill out the deals and I'm still on the grind.
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow,
Her girlfriend willin' to get Bi and they ready to go. (Okay)
*Chorus X2*
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough,
That bought me all my fancy things.
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels,
Look homie I done came up and I ain't changed.
And you should love it, way more then you hate it,
Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it.
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life,
Moved out da hood, faggot trying to pull me back right?
When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on,
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone.
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn,
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned.
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up,
If they hate, let em' hate,
Watch the money pile up.
Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub,
C'mon, they know where we be.
*Chorus X2*
Don't act like you don't know where we been, either.
In the club all the time, its about to pop off.
Shady Aftermath.
Haha.
50 cent, uh
Llod banks,uh
Young Buck, uh
Game Nigga~ G-UNIT
haha its easy man, its easy man
Ay yo i switch my hustle, no more dice games dillemas you see blood
in the snow after the shots in december
Niggas is broke thats why they stay ice grillin
im in the aspens laughin snow mobilin
with a beautiful bitch she chocolate athletic
ass poke out like serena asks banks he seen her
plus she hood she aint hollywood remind me of trina
D's come shorti even down to hold my beretta
G stand for gangsta unit stand for u niggaz in trouble
better lock and load on the ground YEAH
Chorus:
Im so sorry
niggaz all fucked up they aint gettin money in the hood
I'm So Sorry
i lied to ya say I let you hold something homey if i could
Im so sorry
50 talking: You know i could but i dont wanna help you out nigga
Im SO sorry
Game:
Im in that 6,7 glass house
in and out of lanes
murder on my mind
old english runnin through my veins
i think about easy and it eases my pain
i drink a 40 ounce g unit soakin in the rain
i came into this world both feet in the dirt
no purple label no button up shirt
no harm intended to subliminal disses
but hard facts seperate the men from the bitches
i would popped your ass if i thought you was worthy
lookin like boy george in that larry bird jersey
buck pass the dutch im blowin that bob marley
hop off the G-4 lets have a boston tech party G-UNIT
50 Chorus:
Im so sorry
You niggas dont sound that good when you step in the booth
im So sorry
nigga did it hurt but god dammit u kno its da truth
Im So Sorry
to see me do good its makin your punk ass sick
Im so sorry
that i aint got room for all you niggas on my dick
Im so Sorry
Lloyd Banks: Yeah
a snap of a finger will make you guys cripple
i came up with this on the shitta, nigga
i handle bars like a bicycle
stars make your eyes trickle
as stiff as an icecycle
the muffalas the sounds of land thats why i whistle
fire your stylists you know dats wrong
for letting you put that foot locker noback on
around here niggas get shot for performin that song
and hoes cut they eyebrows off and draw them back on
they try to merk me yo
thats why 50 bought me a trey pound with a nose longer then pinnchio
pop shit i stroke your slut
and soon as her mouth open up what?
same color as coconut
50 Chorus:
Im so Sorry
you aint from compton you aint gotta flow like game
im so sorry
you aint lloyd banks mixtape artist of the year man
Im so sorry
you aint young buck you dont let the gun buck son you butt
im so sorry
you get outta line ill personally come fuck you up
Young Buck:
we dont chase no hoes
we dream about it while we make the dough
ill have a hundred fuckin hatiains come and cut your throat
i still touch the dough
niggas my ears to the street
i got niggas from your own hood workin for me
you got ya hand out
cant even bail your man out
real know real cuz the bitch niggas stand out
nobody gonna miss you when the dessert eagle hits you
just do like pac said pour out a little liquor
picture gettin your chest blown open and no one there to save ya
you momma gotta wake up makin funeral arrangements
you kno who to play with and we aint the ones
this G-unit shit is deeper than a prick in your thumb motha fuckas
50 talking: yeah i wanna take the time out to apologize to all yall niggas
that put out records this year and didnt see none im so sorry
hahaha oh man i dont know how to explain it how we get that money man haha
i just say shit i swith my hustle motha fucka
[50 Cent]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tiyad a gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' cracks now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whine-o we wont put the yack down
Eric had a jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his fuckin gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pal
Now Soundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.
[50 Cent]
When i was six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' nut ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a punk but fuck with Isha he can get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grind
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Till G put that gun in down that seat and said it wasnt mine
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I
Chourus:
If it had not been for the Lord,
Who was on my side,
I wanna know where I'd be,
If it had not been for the Lord,
Who was on my side
I wanna know where I'd be
When I think about all the many times
That I could have been cast away,
And God's love and grace sold my destiny,
and he kept me from all tragedy
Each and everyday as I kneel and pray
And ask the Lord for one more chance,
New mercy that He let me see
That's why I can sing and dance
Chourus
Remember the time when I thought that I
Was just about to loose my mind,
Lost in despair, thought no one cared,
Headed down the road to nowhere,
I can look back and see everything God's done for me,
Through dangers seen and unseen
The Lord show protected me.
Bridge
Where would I be (If He hadn't kept me)
What would I say (If He hadn't shown me)
How would I know (If the Lord hadn't kept me)
Through all of my ups and downs He's the best friend I
have found
I don't know what I would do if it had not been for the
Lord on my side.
Chourus
If it had not been for it (3x)
For the Lord on my side
If had not been for it (3x)
I don't know where I would be.
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I apply pressure to -- that stuntin' I pop
Stand alone -- I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I --
Tell --, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin -- you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the --, is that what you want?
Be easy --, I'll lay your -- out
Believe me --, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a -- sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em
You holdin a --, he might come back so -- 'em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit and homicide'll be askin, "What happened?"
(On no), look who clapped 'em with the --
20 inch rims sitting on (low pro's)
Eastside, Westside -- (Oh no, no go)
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain
-- don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-Unit! We get it poppin' in the hood
G-Unit! -- what's good?
I'm waitin on -- to act like they don't know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll --
With the --, thinkin it's all rap
Til that -- and Doc say "It's a wrap"
[Dr. Dre] It's a wrap
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I been feelin I had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the --
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, -- ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on --
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
-- on my -- more than my --, I stay on they mind
They ain't nothin' they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand and think nothin' of it
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
[50 talking]
Hold up. Son, them niggas know who hit that nigga son. (I know I kno...)
How the fuck we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him.
The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up)
Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i pray my lord my soul to take...
[Verse 1]
If dead men could talk in your sleep
And your homie told u who got him
Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him
Or would you start switchin up
You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up?
What if he said money aint everything
The hood raised us wrong
What it takes to get your money long
But look I'm gone
Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside
Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride
What if he gave you a lil list of things to do
Said he wouldn't have to die
He could live through you
Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride
Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide
It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain
Hit him cause he was your strength
Now you in a daze
Your homie turnin over in his grave
Cause you PUSSY!
[Hook]
Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him!
Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)
Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him!
Ya know who killed him! (Ride!)
[Verse 2]
Them boys smoked your homie
You aint gon do nothin back
Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped
It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you
Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you
You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven
Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7
When you reach the pearly gates
How you gon explain
You gonna try and tell God you've been framed
Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog
Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue
Them niggas he gave pacs to they kept the cake
His sister and baby momma talkin to Jake
Da' niggas that rocked him they came to the wake
But they come inside they sat out in the ride
At the funeral homicide all in the buisness
Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it
Niggas is throwin' blows now you ready to rumble?
Thirsty niggas an animal, the hood is a jungle
Broke nigga will body someone over a bundle
Man a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do
[Hook to fade
Chrous(1x)
Come and get a scoop of my ice cream baby
Js got the flavors that I know will drive u crazy
tonight its gone be like we was dreaming baby
wont u taste my ice cream
verse 1
Baby u know I got all the flavors that u want
plus I got all the skills that I need 2 turn u on
Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate baby boy it's on
now tell me can u picture my body on a cone
verse 2
Baby come lay your body right here I want 2 ride it
Switch it up, turn it around now come on and get inside
Tonight ur gonna have so much fun while tasting my love
Tell me do u have a taste 4 vanilla waffers
Chorus(1x)
verse 3
Now boy its getting late so don't hesitate let's get 2 it
Just put the chocolate factory cd on and watch me lose it
Come in my store looking candy now what is it that u want
banannas, mixed wit peach, mixed with cherry, mixed with lime
verse 4
Thoughts of all kind apples, and limen lime
Now come and try my coconut it's gonna blow ya mind
this is summin u wouldn't want 2 miss baby
31 flavors ain't got nuttin on this
chorus(1x)
verse 5
U ain't neva seen milky water falls
U ain't neva seen gum drop walls
U ain't neva seen a vanilla tootsie roll
till u taste my ice cream
chorus(2x)
[Chorus]
All thru the hood i keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit is okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin, Whip stolen, Ak loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin, straight lokin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight
This is nothing new i been in this position before
Grandma crib Niggas outside of her door
Different day same shit old mack new clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I'm a boss but nigga's never show no respect
I catch em slippin i have em tongue kissin my tech-
One come test me pussy boy dont try it
Police response never fast enougn the shots fired
Dont be stupid find out who you fuckin wit son
Before we find out where your bitch get her hair and nails done
It's elementary.... life is but a dream
You know row row your boat your blood forms a stream
After you get hit you should'a thought about the shit
You took that paper you take a life or your life get took bitch
Sometimes i sit and look at life from a different angle
dont know if i'm god's son or satans angel
Repat chorus
In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply would'a wished my music be the hit
Big said damn nigga's wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall i understand it all
But me i'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are i'm gonna have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit that wild wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my necklace
I shine so so hard i make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects, every hood i go they feel me
I know it sounds like rap but this shit is real b
I dont talk that rich shit but nigga i'm filthy
When i come out to play and my mob aint wit me
You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver wit me
Homeboy frontin on me will shortin your life span
Hold the mic with my left my knife in my right hand (YEA)
Repeat chorus
If you looked inside of me
Would it be the same thing that I see?
A heart of endless dreams, so much I wanna give
Now I'm dancing in the light, I finally feel alive(finally feel alive)
It's what I need to set it free
Chorus
I'm gonna fly so high
I'm gonna reach the sky
I'm gonna be a star
Move my feet to the beat of my heart
I'm gonna fly so high
Bringing the sun into the night
Make you believe in me
It's my destiny
Rising to a brand new day
Working hard to find another way
Fear wont keep me down, will you be around?
More than just a fantasy
Lookin' up through the words in front of me
Cant you see...im running free!
Chorus
I'm gonna fly so high
I'm gonna reach the sky
I'm gonna be a star
Move my feet to the beat of my heart
I'm gonna fly so high
Bringing the sun into the night
Make you believe in me
It's my destiny
Live my dreams out loud
Go to higher ground
The greatest love is what I found
I'll give you more...give you morrrrrrre
Chorus
I'm gonna fly so high (so high)
I'm gonna reach the sky (reachh the sky)
I'm gonna be a star (oooo)
Move my feet to the beat of my heart
I'm gonna fly so high (soo high)
Bringing the sun into the night (sun into)
Make you believe in me
It's my destiny (ooo)
I'm gonna fly so high (I'm gonna fly baby)
I'm gonna reach the sky (I'm gonna reachh the sky)
I'm gonna be a star (oooo)
Move my feet to the beat of my heart
I'm gonna fly so high
Bringing the sun into the night
Make you believe in me (believe)
It's my destiny (ooo destinyyyyyyyyyy)
[Jennifer Lopez]
money, cars, for a while
walked around with a smile but
deep inside i could hear
voices telling me this ain't right
don't u know its not for you
i always knew what i had to do
but its hard to get away
because i love you i just tried to stay
I used to say I couldn't do it but I did it (yes I did)
After telling everybody that I wasn´t with it (oow yeah)
Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And I know inside i'm gonna be alright (I’m gonna be alright)
I said I couldn't do it but I did it (yes I did, baby)
After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (oh yeah)
though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright
Friends of mine say to me
They say you got control over me
you're not alone, I played a part
i saw the way you were from the start
Could I expect so much from you
You had a girl when I first met you
Did the best that you could do
Now I realize I can't change you
I used to say I couldn't do it but I did it
After telling everybody that I wasn´t with it
Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And I know inside i'm gonna be alright (I’m gonna be alright)
I said I couldn't do it but I did it (yes I have baby)
After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (ow yeah)
though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright
Said I wouldn't walk away
Somedays I want to stay
But leaving you is what I need to do to be okay
Never thought it would be true
Me livin' without you
But now it's time for me to make a move
[50 Cent]
Now when I tell ya what my wishes are
u don't respect it
when i smile at ya
u don't smile back to reconnect it
u ain't been goon long but
i already miss ya
i need you next to me so i can hug u and kiss u
all the talkin on the phone
all the time we share
how could u fix your mouth to say i don't care
i had plans 4 us
to buy ice together, engagement rings, and things and sharelife together
now when your friends take ya 50 go ya like whatever
do u think we were wrong for each other from the start
or was it my actions that made us fall apart
just want u to know you always have a place in my heart
[Jennifer Lopez]
I used to say I couldn't do it but I did it (but I did baby)
After telling everybody that I wasn´t with it (wasn’t wit it)
Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it (to my eyes)
And I know inside i'm gonna be alright (I’m gonna be alright)
I said I couldn't do it but I did it (but I did)
After telling everybody that I wasn't with it (wasn’t wit it)
though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright
Oh no… be alright
Oh no… I’m gonna be alright…
I used to say I couldn't do it but I did it
After telling everybody that I wasn´t with it
Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And I know inside i'm gonna be alright
I said I couldn't do it but I did it
After telling everybody that I wasn't with it
though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it
And that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright
I wanna hold your hand ahnd hand
i wanna hold your sweaty smelly hand!
i wanna hold your nose in my palm
and i wanna smell your feet!
they smell so yummy i could die
so bad that i could cry
even though its hair and corse
i will hold your hand of course
[chorus - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York
[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said 'one more flick',
Test my aim in the range I'm like 'one more clip',
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)
[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I live in CC lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)
[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster,
Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and C Loot's went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he afraid to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule buryed and some high heel punk,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch,
Yo, I slip cocaine, in your hotel lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole clique, gotto,my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz,
[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run New York,
I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)
[50 Cent talking]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' punk ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, 'they set me up, man.' I ain't even go through that
Yeah, Na na na na
Yeah, Na na na na
Chorus
Now me I'm the life of the party
A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
A little bit of mo' play, bottles of the rose
Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
Look as soon as I step in the club
I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift
Started around twelve ended up around two
I better leave with more hoes than I came here with
I can't be responsible for what I say or I do
when I talk intoxicated
Shorty say I told her I love her
I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded
I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me
that I'm no trick, I'm no sucker, I'm no chump
I be in the VIP, with my niggaz round me
saying y'all can have whatever you want
Me I get it in
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so
I go hard when it's time to play
Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do
in the Go-Go in front of me
She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down
we get the bouncing outta control
Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow
my whole clique pop bottles galore
It's no secret the hood done peeped it
when we come through son, we look like bread
My '89 grind ,make my old nine shine
like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years
I say I get it in it's because I get it in
now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten
I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me I'm into win
I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again
Me I get it in
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
Chorus
Na na na na, Now me I'm the life of the party
A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin
A little bit of mo' play, bottles of the rose
Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me I get it in, I get it in
[Intro]
Yeah
It is what it is man
Uh huh
[Verse 1]
Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
First to let off, last to run, everytime its on
[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
[50 Cent]
What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
Oh yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy
[Verse 2]
niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya
[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
[Outro]
What?
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas
I Know I Can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I Know I Can
i Know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
be be
Boys & Girls listen up
you can be anything in the world
In God we trust an Artictec, Doctor maybe an Actress
But nothing comes easy it take much practice
Like I meet woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful leaving people in awww
Singing song leanin horn but with the yellow version
Hung with the wrong person got
Stiffen up drugs all in the nose
could of died so young
know look ugly and old
no fun cause now when she reaches for a hugs
people hold there breath
cause she smells like corrosion and death
watch the company you keep and the crowed you bring
cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
so if you gonna be the best ima tell you how
put your hand into the air and take a bow
I know i can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
I know i can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
be be
Boys & Girls listen again
this is for grown looking girls who only ten
the one who watch video and do what they see
as cuteist can be up in the club with fake i.d.
Careful before you meet a men with H.I.V.
You can host a t.v. like Orpra Winfree
What ever you decide be careful some men be rapist or at your
age don't betted to be older then you are give yourself time to
grow you thinking he can give you wealth
but soo.................
young boys you can use a lot of help u know
you thinkin life is all about smokein (pot) and ice
you don't want to be my age and cant read or wright begging
different women for a place to sleep at night
smart boy turn emmm in and do whatever they wish
if you believe you can achieve then say it like this
I know i can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
I know i can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
be be
For we came to this country we were king & Queen's
never porchmonges there was empires in Africa could cuss
Timbuck too where everyone race cam to get books to learn from
black teachers
who taught Greeks in Romans Asian Aruba and gave them
gold win gold was converted into money it all changed
money then became imporeredment Europeans the Pursion Military
canvadiedif there headed about the gold the teaching and
everything secrecy Africa was almost robed naked slavery was
money so they begganed making slaves ship Ejept was place where
the place Alexander the Great went
he was in shock the mountains with black faces the shout of
there nose to impose what basically still goes on today you
see if the truth is told then the youth can grow then to leave
to shevive until there can gane control nobody saw you have to
be gangster read more learn more change the glob ghetto
children do your thang hold your head up little man your a king
young princesses when you get your wedding ring he'll be like
she my queen
I know i can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
I know i can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard and get
If I work hard and get
I be where I wanna be
I be where I wanna be
be be be be be
Save the Music ya
Save the Music ya
Save the Music ya
Save the Music ya
Save the Music
i am a scary black gangsta
i like to stroke puppies
and eat fluffy marshmallows
'coz im a scary gangsta.
(chorus)
i like bein' a scary blak gangsta
it is lots of fun
because i can play with a gun.
i am a scary black gangsta
i have lots of homies
they are fun and play nintendo with me
yeh nigga!
(chorus)
i am a scary blak gangsta and i like to collect beanie babies
i have thousands of em coz i be rich
fo' shizzle ma nizzle
(chorus)x3
fade
[Corey]
Now you've been watchin' me (me)
and I've been watchin' you (you)
So I decided to (to) just come and talk to you (you)
Ain't tryin' to run no game, (no game)
just wanna know your name (name)
And by the smile that's on your face
I see you feel the same
So can I talk to you (you) and maybe after school (school)
I could walk you home (home) if that's cool with you (you)
And then later on (on) I'll call you on the phone (phone)
And then I'll make you mine
by singin' you this little song
Hush little lady, don't you cry
bet that I could show you
how to have a good time
Like me and you playin' after school
On the weekend, at the skating rink'll be cool
Hush little lady, don't you cry bet that I could show you
how to have a good time
Like me and you playin' after school
On the weekend, at the skating rink'll be cool
Corey
on the weekends me and you and some friends
could go for a ride in the back of the van. To the
park and take take pictures of me and you in the
hall play games hide and seek till it get dark i like it when
you be playing when you be calling my name that's how
I feel hope you feel the same rough girl really hard so
me and you in 6 flags how that sound uh
[Corey]
I can tell you're feelin' me,(me) and girl,
it's plain to see (see)
That you and me we got (got) a little chemistry (stry)
That's why I'm dyin' to do everything you wanna do (do)
Anything that you want I can give, give it to you
So what's it gonna be (be), is it gonna be you and me
You gotta let me know (know), don't keep me hangin' on (on)
Tell me what I gotta do (do) to get it through to you
I want you to be my baby, so
Hush little lady, don't you cry
bet that I could show you
how to have a good time
Like me and you playin' after school
On the weekend, at the skating rink'll be cool
Hush little lady, don't you cry
bet that I could show you
how to have a good time
Like me and you playin' after school
On the weekend, at the skating rink'll be cool
So here we are face to face
I gave face to treath away
Be patient, girl (patient girl) Know it's on you
So Keep it real, I really wanna make you mine
So tell me (tell me), so what you gonna do
So here we are face to face
I gave face to treath away
Be patient girl, (patient girl), now it's on you
Keep it real, I really wanna make you mine
So tell me, so what you gonna do
(lil reema)
hola when im comin through know me i may
know im to fly kinda cute to thats right whatcha
gonna do now you know how i do when you see
me in school see i cant get with you cuz you remind
me of a boy i knew
[Lil’ Romeo]
Basketball is my favorite sport 6 man shoes when I'm on the court
80 hama parked right out side top down is how we ride
Frank Miller to tell the time VIP no standing in line
P.Miller from head to toe
You my Boo girl I need to know.
[Corey]
Hush little lady, don't you cry
Gonna bet that I could show you
how to have a good time
(you can just wipe the tears off your eyes).
Like me and you playin' after school
On the weekend, at the skating rink'll be cool
Hush little lady, don't you cry
Gonna bet that I could show you
how to have a good time
Like me and you playin' after school
On the weekend, at the skating rink'll be cool
Be cool, be cool, be cool
It'll be cool
Hot Gyal Today
Mr. Vegas & Sean Paul
Hey me and you cyann guh nuh wheh yu kno
Shut up yu moooout
A my gyal dat my yute
My boo
Yow, a whappen to yuh?
Seana Paul and Mista Vegas again
Dutty yo
Trilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
Lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
Well, competition haffi gwaan cau me fus
Sight da gyal yah - Jah know seh a war bus
Between Sauna Paul and Mistah Vegus
A which one a pour di coffee dung in har t'ermos?
Mi haffi get da gyal yah now
Man a gyow yuh deh gyow
Shi leggo har numbah pon mi
Would be di wrong numbah yow
Mi beg har for a date
An den shi kill yu wid di "No"
Seh dutty still know man a nuh bait, a man nuh ole poppyshow
Becau mi haffi mek a try
Haffi get a bligh
Getti neegle eye
I an I naah guh romp wit nuh guy
Or mi haffi mek a cruise inna mi rubbah shoes
Gal a get bruise
Seana Paul win an Vegas a lose
Shilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
An mi alone have di key to har apartment
Shi only waan use Vegas fi pay rent
Shi seh shi love mi body scent an mi accent
Shi nuh waan nuh likkle bwoy wheh jooks wid him parents
But nuh see how mi have di gyal wee-ee-eak?
Ooman want a man wheh can dwee-ee-eet
Shi want di lovin right trou di wee-ee-eek
An shi nuh waan nuh man wheh love slee-ee-eep
Could yu be tellin mi dat i man is a punk
When seven days a di week nuh an yu stop from get junk?
Well i man bun up di chronic - a di highest grade skunk
An charge up mi body cau Jah know mi naah flunk. Ay
Trilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
Lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
Trilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
Competition haffi gwaan cau mi fus
Sight da gyal yah - Jah know seh a war bus
Between Sauna Paul and Mistah Vegus
A which one a pour di coffee dung in har t'ermos?
Mi haffi get da gyal yah now
Man a gyow yu deh gyow
Shi leggo har numbah pon mi
Would be di wrong numbah yow
Mi beg haar fi a date
An den shi kill yu wid di "No"
But shi still know man a nuh bait, a man nuh ole poppyshow
Becau mi haffi get a bligh
Haffi mek a try
Getti neegle eye
I an I naah guh romp wid nuh guy
An mi haffi mek a cruise inna mi rubbah shoes
Gal a get bruise
Seana Paul win an Vegas a lose
Shilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
Mi nuh catah wheh yuh waan say
Lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
Lalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
Lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get da gyal yaah
An mi alone a get key to haar apartment
Shi only waan use vegas fi pay rent
Shi seh shi love mi body scent an mi accent
Shi nuh waan nuh likkle bwoy wheh a live wid him parent
Chorus
I promise to keep you close to me you give me a sense of security
Through drama you will be all I need straight up now I need you to hold me down hold me down
I need you to hold me down hold me down I need you to hold me (down)
through every altercation I'll put no one above you omm omm I love you this shit goes to my truxium
you see how they be lookin' it's frightenin' like lightnin' we crack off they start bookin'
It's beef until I get out in broad day with my shit out that's when I say I'm illin'
and when she get the killin' now my baby she precious I warn not to test this
I am atta head nigga mutha fuck the vests' I'm anti-social quit actin' like ya know me
Befo' I go postal you know I got it on me I'm ridin' witta old cocked allay hard 8 drop
Feel the wind blow twist the endo smoke it up it's fundamental you can get to her poke him up
Then I fiend her more
Chorus
When niggaz get the trippin' I need you by my side so that they can't catch me slippin' I take you out shoppin'
Get you clean git it poppin' use my finger get ya hot girl I know ya spot yeah I love you if you love me back
You'll never jam when I react dat sucka shit when they git hit when we take off then you'll get tossed
I want you back so I'll be back I'll never change I'll be the same if niggaz stunt I'll let it rain I'm off the chain
I'm all in mayne I'll hit ya up you think I'm playin' I'll be strapped don't fuck around I'll be strapped 24/7
I'm back holdin' mistake me for a chump last night you were nearly chewed up that's more beef than you want
Come thru repeatedly I'll show you wut bananas about I'm a mechanic find out when the hammers come out
Chorus
[Intro:]
Why haven't you learned anything?
[50 cent:]
Uh uh uh 1212 uh uh uh uh
[Hook:]
Nigga I run hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga G-Unit is hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
[Verse:]
One thing bout my music it hits you feel the pain nigga I take control of your brain listen nigga now im not playin are you ready for that? Soldier soldier grab the gat ill show you who to aim it at bang bang bang run toss the gat no no no no lookin back nigga leave the watch we aint come for that bitch quit playing with a paper hat shit I roll a ace im shootin back every body no how my paper stack 20 inch chrome on the Cadillac automatic shot gun can you handle that? All the bullshit nigga that's a fact ride through your motherfuckin hood strapped put work in nigga thats that d's get the bust and youll blast back got a little money wanna flash that till the wolves come out and blast gats ? for your ass end up in a casgat I said in a casgat. Who shot biggie smalls if we don't get them they gonna kill us all man puffy no who hit that nigga man that nigga soft hes scared them boys from the west side will brake him off jump on his ass so he run ?
[Hook x2]
Nigga I run hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga G-Unit is hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga I run hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Nigga G-Unit is hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Oh I guess this means I wont be invited to the white parties in the hamptons I don't give a fuck I don't wanna hang out with your punk ass no way got me motherfuckin runnin around this nigga mase now you wanna play games? You wanna make the deal nigga? Man ill fuck your shit up nigga is you crazy nigga? Matter fact you no what I dont wanna do a deal no more fuck the deal nigga you wanna play games? You wanna waste my motherfuckin time nigga? Time is money nigga you wastin the motherfuckin money nigga aite I see what you tryin to do but I dont no why you doin what your tryin to do what do you wanna make me tell everybody what mase told me huh now you go on and send me 50 thousand dollars for this nigga travel fees you no airfair hotel space for that last tour nigga before I really service your ass nigga hahaha
C'mon baby (c'mon baby, c'mon baby)
Do do do do do (Do do do do do, Do do do do do)
Oohh Yeah (Oohh yeah, Oohh Yeah)
C'mon (c'mon, c'mon)
Now Baby, he keeps on sayin' and he tells you you're the only one
But everybody knows he's out there havin' fun
Behind your back, and that's a fact
And it ain't right
Cause he's a fly guy acting like a gentlemen
But back in the day I can still remember when
He'd just turn around, wouldn't looked twice at you
[Hook:]
And I, just being straight with you
Cause He, Takes you for a fool
So you, should be on your guard
When he thinks you don't have a clue
And I, keep the truth be known
That you, and don't fall alone
When He, gets everything he wants
So girl open up your eyes and see
With me...
[Chorus:]
What you see is what you get
No hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You better remember
What you see is what you get
No hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You better remember
Now Lady
When he tells you that he loves you and wont give you up
Takes your car and it's your money that be fillin' it up
With the wad he's got, this he hit the jackpot
And it ain't right
Cause your ?? keep him sweet and that's so typical
He's only in it for himself and that's so cynical
He'd be out of site if girl, you lost it all
[Hook 2:]
So I, feel so bad inside
When He's, crusin' in your ride
Cause I know, baby, late at night,
There's some other girl by his side
And I, wanna let you know
That he, really outta go
And you, should believe in me
Cause I care baby, can't you see...
[Chorus:]
What you see is what you get
No hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You better remember
No baby girl, when he does you wrong
I'll make sure that you're alright, yeah
I just wanna be your friend
Cause there's no reason to pretend
And that's the difference with me, Oohh girl
[Chorus:]
What you see is what you get
No hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You better remember
What you see is what you get
No hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You better remember
Yeah
This is for my teletubbies all over the world ya'll
I know this don't seem like me
But it's 50 uh huh 50
This is the real s**t
We don't need ya'll f***in'
This ain't crap
This is real teletubby gangsta
Tubby unit!
Tinkywinky
Dipsy
Laalaa
Its the (motherf***in')
TELETUBBIES
straight from the streets yeah
TELETUBBIES
cut the sh*t yeah
Say HELL-OH
Go to hell ya'll
EH-OH
(tubby unit)
Go shorty, eat ya custard
We gonna party as you eat ya tubby custard
We gon' sip bacardi as you eat ya tubby custard
or maybe you prefer tubby toast?
Tinkywinky
Dipsy
Laalaa
Its the (motherf***in')
TELETUBBIES
straight from the streets yeah
TELETUBBIES
cut the sh*t yeah
Say Hell-oh
Go to hell ya'll
EH-OH!
(tubby unit)
Aw come on shorty
It's time for tubby sorry i mean 50 bye bye.
Don't try to act like you don't know we bein illegal
Tubby custard.
Yeah
Motherf***er!
Hahahaha
bin alone wit u inside my mind (mind mind)
and in my dreams ive kissed ur lips a thosand times
ive sometimes seen u pass outside my door (door door)
hello
is it me ur lookin 4
i can c it in ur eyes (let me look in ur eyes)
i can c it in ur smile (check out the smile)
ur all ive eva wanted
my arms are open wide
cos u no jst wat 2 say and u no jst wat 2 do
and i wana tel u so much iiiiiii love u
i just on the x floor
she just on the dance floor
thats the girl that i bin searchin hopin u lookin 4
im like a kid in a candy store baby baby just gimme gimme more
its like a contract 2 contact cock it back take it in pick up the impact
ill often c the sunlight in ur hair
and tel u time and time agen how much i care
sumtimes i feel my heart wil over flow (cos its a 1 an all 1 at the party)
hello (hello wab lo)
i just got 2 let u no
cos i wonder where u r
and i wonder wat u do
r u somewhere feelin lonely
is some1 lovin u
tel me how 2 win ur heart cos i havent got a clue
but let me start by sayin iiiiii love u
lights down
my time 2 shine
ready and waitin (come on come onnnnn)
move it into place
over here over there
everybody dancin oh yea (oh)
1 drive 1 chance
a 1 dance chick i need 2 romance
ride it baby dnt u stop
i wana c u make that party rock
ride it baby all nite long wen u here me sing this song
Guess who's biz-ack it's not beanie Siegal or J-Hov
It's 50 Cent ya niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on yo' ass with the 4
You punk nigga I done told you before
Fuck being in a cage "man that shit's for the birds"
I do my dirt in the hood but I live in the burbs
When ya talk be careful how you choose your words
Cause send niggas to put ya fuckin' brains on the curb
Am I my brothers keeper? "Yes I am"
You know to get low, you see that gun in my hand
G-UNIT! Don't go fuckin' with my soldiers Boy
I leave you laid out I'ma say "I told you boy"
You rollin with twenty niggas, you rollin' with twenty guns
Sixteen hollows in loaded in every one
I know you slow so I do the math
That's 320 shells lying at your ass (HA!)
You spend alot of time talkin' bout how you ball out
When you get hit you gon' run and bleed to you fall out
I guess you didn't think we was down to go all out
Once again you was wrong
You ain't on the shit we on
My money gettin' long
Now my team gettin' strong
I'm gone!!
Guess who's biz-ack it's not beanie Siegal or J-Hov
It's 50 Cent ya niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on yo' ass with the 4
You punk nigga I done told you before
Guess who's biz-ack it's not beanie Siegal or J-Hov
It's 50 Cent ya niggas should know
Don't make me relapse
Run up on yo' ass with the 4
You punk nigga I done told you before (bitch)
50 Cent!
[Intro] + (50 Cent)
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before (ha ha)
I've been around the world
I've met all kind of girls
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked on tour
All sold out - gettin paper things change (I'm rich bitch)
You done heard of my name (50 Cent bitch)
I'm a P.I.M.P. (I'm a pimp, bitch)
You done heard about me (Cause I'm the shit!)
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
You see how things change
First they didn't want me, now they want me
See a nigga gettin paid, they wanna push up on me
Used to see these hoes, chasin a nigga
I'll have in the hotel, tastin a nigga
50 like a lollipop, lick me baby
Then lick Dr., Dre and Shady -- ohh!
[Chorus]
Groupie love, they gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
They gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P., with hoes around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck with me
It's alright with me, c'mon and gimme that groupie love
[Verse Two: Tony Yayo]
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
That's the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old, these hoes is loose
Wintertime's the staircase, summertime's the roof
Gimme eight days and a eighth, homey I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus movin weight
I got birds backstage that's serious eye-candy
Ain't got birds in the hood so I'm in the burbs with Bambi
My writin methods, got me more hoes than Tyson Beckford
Icey necklace on the tour bus, ass naked
When I say jump, bitch say how high?
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like Pretty Tone
I got the info on the pretty chrome
Fuckin hoes off of 50 phone
My name hold weight, you barely known
You on that R. Kelly shit, your bitch is barely grown
(YEA!)
[Chorus]
G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
[Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]
Shorty ain't feelin me, shorty must like girls..
.. like girls, cause I'm the only man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous, you don't know what you missin
I can change your mind if you listen
The bitch don't like me, the bitch must don't like men..
.. like men, I say what I want cause I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar, mami I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider, that's how we swing
You might catch the King with a singer; but touchin my doorbell's
the only way I put a ring on your finger
Threw me a combo with two cups and, I'm in your bedroom
Fuckin up your sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
I shook hands with my fans then fuck 'em
I'm in the hallways tryin to duck 'em, so I can climb in sum'n
My name's B-A-N-K dollar sign BITCH
I'm a pimp, you need to make that switch
And come and give me that
[Chorus]
{*ad libs and singing to fade*}
I'm a great turtle, Alice. I'm laissez-faire
Beneath my terrapace is a palatial layer
I don't want to see inside of you
But I'll stick my head into a bottle
Got nothing on me Mister Magoo
I could never see for a good goddamn
I'm a great turtle
Some kinds of love comes from an ailing mind
Other kinds of love should be left behind
I don't want to see inside of you
But I'll stick my head into a bottle
Got nothing on me Mister Magoo
I could never see for a good goddamn
I'm a great turtle
If nothing ever comes out as planned
Then I'm never coming out again
I don't want to see inside of you
But I'll stick my head into a bottle
Got nothing on me Mister Magoo
I could never see for a good goddamn
I'm a great turtle
[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you
Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
E&J; sippin' (got me a bottle)
Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
Wit' a model at a party
I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
Your performance will determine the price
See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got a care in the world
I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
If I smack you in your face you get funny man
Ha ha
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you
Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
E&J; sippin' (got me a bottle)
Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
Wit' a model at a party
I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
Your performance will determine the price
See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got a care in the world
I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
If I smack you in your face you get funny man
Ha ha
[Chorus]
I've had my troubles and i've had my trials, sometimes i wondered if
I would make it one more mile but he left a promise and i believe oh
why should i worry with the sinful world im getting ready to leave.
Ch-He's coming back, and i'm going home, soon im gonna see the
Face of the one ive waited for so long one of these mornings you look
for me and ill be gone, cause hes coming back, and im going home.
2- The coming of jesus would not be so dear, if i knew that when he
came back i would have to stay down here oh but he is preparing a
mansion just for me and i am gonna live in that heavenly home through
out eternity
repeat ch2x
[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault
[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream
?? I may even trade in a mic in for a triple beam
I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell
So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell
I need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tell
Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it (Yeaaah!)
[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault
[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
I'm drink off in the crowd, by myself
Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay
A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time
You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind
I'm a spunge, knowledge and wisdom, my ?? off fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
50 Cent: GgGgGgGgGgGgGgggggggggggggg------ G-UniT!!
Aww man im feelin myself right now...
Baby if you get on ur knees
put me in ur mouth
and suck me off
you know i got you (3x)
[50 cent]
She was hesitant at first, said she never did it before
soon as i got her goin she was goin like a pro
she went up and down like a merry go round
and round and round and SPLASH!
shes freaky freaky when u get her in the bed
you need G like me to get her to give u head
My conversation is stimulatin, she in room 10-19 in the hilton waitin
She got a thing for ballers, i mean a thing for balls
and i done turned her ass out so im the one she calls
on the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me
Being round me got her used to drinking Don and Cristi
Im a special nigga, look im used to grindin
Keep that Benz-o clean and them spreewells shinin
Baby if you get on ur knees
put me in ur mouth
and suck me off
you know i got you (3x)
[Lloyd Bank$]
You cant be serious, its 4 in da mornin
watchu mean a hotel? the fuck you think everybody else at?
Bright in the morning, i roll over guess whats on my shoulder
a pretty brown round round, who-kid stompin is goin downtown
but at night with no lights, ill have you wondering if thas a lightening bug in your mouth
or a glow in the dark tongue ring
Banks need a ghetto chick, set a nigga up with ass
stick around till he fall asleep, then get in his stash
leave her with everything, rubberband stacks in the grass
ass so fat, she get hand claps when she pass
I aint neva had a girl, but you can be my bottom bitch
i done been around the world, we done hit all kinds of chicks
Range Rover, never sober
Hennessy but never soda
B-A-N-K dolla sign BITCH!
na i aint here to hold ya, let your baby daddy hold his shoulda
Banks dont associate with no TRICKS!
Ima make it a G-Unit party from the hotel lobby
If u aint tryin to freak off then go home BITCH!
Baby if you get on ur knees
put me in ur mouth
and suck me off
you know i got you (3x)
HaHa...
[Young Buck]
You know what i came to do, Bet you put ur lips on my dick
but dont tell nobody you my mistress bitch
All your friends keep tellin ya what to do when ya get me
gotta eat the nut first like a hershey kisses
Bitch show me u miss me, like im Pac or Biggie
She could be small like Eve, or even big as Missy
I like it when them whites indulge in group sex
suck off Banks and 50 and be like "you next"
Get your ass too flex, tellin me to go down
Im a P.I.M.P, Bitch i bet you know now
Baby girl slow down, you make a nigga cum quick
when you close your eyes and make ur tongue do a twist
You my 3 o'clock lollipop, catch the last drop bitch
walk around naked hoe, i met your ass topless
She finally found out what Young Buck is bout
Now give a nigga from the south some of that mouth
Baby if you get on ur knees
put me in ur mouth
and suck me off
you know i got you (3x)
Haha...
c'mon girl
you know i got u
You gonna like this one!
New 50 Cent!!
We call this one... 'Ghetto Superstar!'
[Chorus: x2]
Now i shouldnt have to tell you,
You should know i'm a superstar!
Now bitch come grab a bag be a part of my Entourage!
Now once i say G-Unit you should know just who we are,
Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, we the superstars
[Verse 1:]
Let's rock n roll baby, Lock n load baby,
You thinki i aint runnin the show run the show, you got 2 be crazy,
I explode on the scene, like crack in the 80's
Rather catch a slug, then let a nigga play me
Im the don of NY, bow down to your highness
or Go against the grain, and get moved on with llamas
Rappers keep sayin, they bringin NY back,
I aint go no where, I AM NY JACK!
I should buy a plane and write it in the sky
50 run this mother fucker, cock suckers!
In the back of the Phantom playing songs from the map
With a model bitch bobbin and weavin in my lap
It's up and down baby, up and down..
I like dat.. yeah.. i like dat
Anyway, Anyday, we could play, it's ok,
we could lay by the bay in LA i'll pay
smoke a tray, sniff the yay
she could stay, here with me
we can catch a matinee, or... fly away
We could go 2 Vegas, Hang out with some of my friends ya know? I got some really, really, rich friends man. real rich friends. Floyd Mayweather, the champ. We should go hang out with him. u know, the strip clubs or somethin.
[chorus]
I'm a ghetto star, started out with less than nothin
Got a little money now i'm on 2 somethin
You know a special man need a special woman
The type before you call, she already comin
You know the kind to listen when u tellin her somethin
First sign of a problem, she aint runnin
Buy her expensive shit, she don't want it
Sounds like i wouldn't need a prenup don't it?
Now that, that, that's hot right there. U know what i'm sayin? Man i'm feelin me right now man. I'm really feelin me right now. Matter of fact... i'm lovin me right now. U know what i mean? I'd like 2 just run down 2 the Justice of peace and marry me right now.. blah blah blah... im tired of typing
Man I finna do my thang (get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!)
I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
I'm not playin, I said I'm off the chain
You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!)
I bought two all fours, stunt till I drive
'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
When I get into it, I get into it
Everybody can't do it the way I do it
I make it rain, till the sun come out
A nigga playin, we make the guns come out
Now, my question is who they gon' blame
When I'm back number one on the Billboard again?
Shit shift now, the game done changed
Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
I guess I made the kids want slang
And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
Nah, it's just music man, it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)
Yeah lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside
I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
Switch gears till you won't come down
I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn
Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn
While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me
It's up and down and up and down gracefully
Rick James would've said She a Brick House
But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
I find out she like it how I like it, huh
Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up?
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)
And get into it
You're now rockin with the Unit, I say (get up!)
And get into it
We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!)
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!)
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath
(50 cent)
haha
yo whoo kid man
drop this shit man
hurry up man i gotta go
aah yeah
50 cent- g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g-unit haha
(adlibs)
(Chorus)
baby if you get on your knees,
put me in your mouth and suck me off
you know i got you
(X3)
(come on baby, just kiss it for me)
(just put it in your mouth)
(gunshot)
(50 cent)
she was hesitant at first
said she never did it before
as soon as i got it going
she was going like a pro
she went up and down
like a merry go round
and.. round and round
and SPLASH
she was freaky freaky
when you get her in the bed
you need.. g's like me to get her to give you head
my con-ver-sation is stim-u-lating
she in room 10-19 in the Hilt' and waiting
she got a thing for ballas
i mean a thing for balls
and i had turned her ass out
so im the one she calls
on the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me
bein' 'round me got her used to drinkin don and cristy
i'ma special nigga
look i'm used to blindin'
keep that benz so clean and those three wheels shinin
(Chorus X3)
(can't be serious 4 in da mornin)
(Lloyd Banks)
right in da mornin i rolled over
guess who was over my shoulder
a pretty round, round (round)
who just got finished goin downtown
but at night wit no lights
i have you wonderin
if its a lightin bolt in your mouf
or a glow-in-da-dark tongue ring
banks needa ghetto chick
set a nigga up wit ass
sneak around till he fall asleep
diggin in his stash
leave wit everythin
rob a benz, stacks and da grass
ass so fat, she get handclaps when she pass
i ain't never had a girl but you can be my bottom bitch
i'd been around da world
we don't hit no kinda chicks
range rover, neva sober, hennessey, vanilla soda
B-A-N-K dolla' sign bitch
i ain't here hopin that your baby daddy ova da shoulder
Banks don't associate wit no TRICKS
i'ma make it a G-Unit party
from the hotel lobby
and if you ain't tryin to freak off
then go home BITCH
(CHORUS) (X3)
(Young Buck)
you know what i came to do
let you put your lips on my dick
but don't tell nobody
you my mistress bitch
all your friends keep tellin you what to do
when you get me
got to eat the nuts first
like a hershey kisses
bitch show me you miss me
like i'm Pac or Biggie
she can be small as Eve
or even big as Missy
I like it when them dikes
endorage you ROUTE 6
suck off thanks to 50 & B-Light, UNIT
Get your ass SUPLEXED
tellin me to go down
I'm a P-I-M-P bitch
i bet you know now
baby girl slow down
you make a nigga cum quick
when you closed your eyes
and make your tongue
do a twist
you my 3 o'clock, lolipop
kiss the last drop bitch
walk around naked hoe
i met your ass topless
she finally found out
what young buck is 'bout
so give a nigga from the south
some of that mouth
(CHORUS X3)
(come on girl, you know i got you)
alright then you playas
that down on the dial right now
we gone to give ya
some real good game dog
official dog, magic wand & whoo kid
we gon to do something ya know we gonna to do
we gon' to soda-pop
ya know wat i'm talkin bout if ya in tha game
so get ya soda poppin ready
cuz we gon' soda-pop round here
CHUUUUCH
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds)
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me
My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy
She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want
I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it)
Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
Don't mean nothin, I said don't mean nothin (get it get it get it)
The Rose in the Rover I'm drinkin and I'm drivin
That nigga try and get at me I'm pullin out and firin
To see if I'm stuntin, the piece it ain't nothin
Royal fees ain't nothin, I just blow a lil' somethin
Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I'm the shit
My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with
Chorus
Hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it
I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed.
She'll be an A student time she get out my bed
I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones
Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it)
A made man, a Don Corleone
No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want
I'm shinin, my wrists all canary
Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
I'm grindin, like I ain't made my first mil'
Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal
I'm hungry, I really want it all
Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball (get it get it get it)
Chorus
Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash
Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it)
I'm where the money at mayne, fast on the draw
Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
Chorus
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
In the quiet life of a frogman
The snowman doesn't have any knees
Underneath the world that he left behind
He's afraid he's going to catch the disease
And he never has anyone over
These creatures are unknown to his wife
Never was the last time he changed his mind
He's just dreaming of a life in the movies
Here we go Geronimo, Geronimo
They love it G-E-R-O-N-I-M-O
On the days he thinks that he's Jesus
He allows himself to do as he pleases
Wags his middle finger at the things that go wrong
Lays a blessing on himself when he sneezes
And he never has anyone over
These creatures are unknown to his wife
Never was the last time he changed his mind
He's just dreaming of a life in the movies
Here we go Geronimo, Geronimo
They love it G-E-R-O-N-I-M-O
[[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you down
Leave the party
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd make shit art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Will daint ya, anger will change ya
And make ya aim there and squeeze
[Chorus 50 Cent]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
[Verse 2- Eminem]
Mothafucka, you retarded you touch 50
I'll leave you dead, leave the party
We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you wanna be thankful
That we ain't beefin' was to agree and just leave it at that
Thats when me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that bat mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rappin', it's gonna be ???
Retaliation will be like that Muslim shi'ite attack
Some where along the line, its like me and 50 made a pact
He's got my back, I got his back
It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
Cause when we beef we pull eachother in
So we'll do shit like we're conjoined at the hip
Its just unavoidable some of this shit is washable
And some shit will never boil up
And some of it will just simmer at best
If left at home, we'll let it be so there won't be no sit downs
The days that Zino, there will no peace discussions with me
There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over competency
Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you
This bitch is sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
when Im mentionin' me you're gonna sing (?) to Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50
D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back with a
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
gatman
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you down
Leave the party
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got ????? in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
They say no, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you down
Leave the party]
[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that
[50 Cent]
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, 'Do your dirt all by your lonely'
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
(Chorus) 2x
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut )
G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut)
G-G-G-UNIT!
Tony Yayo:
In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot
as soon as the sun rise, we back on the block
success got me feelin like an old man
so i stay on point for that red and gold van
its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
and the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
my flow have you rotting, like Raw in the Street
so freaks gimme ass like toilet seats
get at me, you really think u holding big daddy?
so wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally?
i got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an EngleWood Blood
i mengle wit Thugs, u see me dont budge
import, export get rid of tha drugs
styll pack my Dope up witta mass of some gloves
i use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket
now i dawg lex coops, like dukes and luke of Hazard
(chorus ) 2x
Lloyd Banks:
I put carpet Burns on these Waxters these days
'til they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs
im always wit ya bitches
only way i get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick
u broke rob more blocks
u aint gotta know how to break dance, to whind up on a card board box
Gucci down to my sock, groupies roundin my cock
different format, keep groupies round for tha cops
she'll be down for tha watch, i aint generous or courtieous
i'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six
ya'll dont want it with tha kid at all
same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz ball
when we come after u, it aint no graze shots
this nigga leave a HOLE in ya chest bigger than flava-Flave Pops
you pussy, i think even Pac can smell this shit
cause on the inside you softer than a mozerella stick (bitch)
(chorus) 2x
50 Cent:
I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut!
4-4 pull out tear yo bitch ass up
i pop-rob nigga front i out my knife in yo gut
have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! i'm cut
i go RAH-RAH, like a dungeon dragon
but i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging
everytime i'm in the place, niggaz grill a nigga
but they feel a nigga, cuz i'll kill a nigga
OOH squeeze, shorty better stay out my lane
before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brain
ima General (wut!) niggaz solute me
u a dead man if u attempt to shoot me
i done lost some of my brain watchin military flicks
got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit
(Private Banks request permission to speak)
Speak Nigga!
its dangerous when its decipline involving street niggaz!!
Close Chorus 2x
[50 Cent]
Yeah!
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-Unit!
Hahahah
[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
America's nightmare (yeah!), we at it again (c'mon)
A Desert Eagle and a black mac-10
They'll never know what ha-penned
When we come through, them cowards don't want none
They screamin that they murderers but walkin with no guns
C'mere nigga, don't run and die where you standin
See I'm holdin on this cannon and your life I'm demandin
Put the pipes at your melon and brain's on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin, thinkin security gon' save them
Ain't no-body gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eye and tell you 'We don't know who did it'
Corrupting my street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiend's up all night, and the neighbors gettin no sleep
You better get used to it, you know how we do it
Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit
[Chorus] *sung* {50 Cent}
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit! G-Unit! {G-g-g-g-g-Unit!}
(Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-Uuuu-oooo-Nit!)
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Now I told y'all on my first Dre joint - I am lo=co
Better than so-so, game's in the chokehold
Dissin me's a no-no, I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go-go, in LA they ride on lo-lo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready, it's heavy, '65 Chevy
Old-school rollin, I'm holdin
Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin
Gained this masculinity pimpin we not pretendin
Drop-top, glock cocked, ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cop shot, I'm heavy with them llamas
Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest, we'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists
My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
It's flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Hah hah!
[Chorus]
[verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back motherfucker - gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers that's runnin they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on - none of 'em fit
Ya hundreds is shorter, I tell ya pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Comin packin a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was?
I got expensive habits, I can afford it cuz
G-Unit's poppin and we perform in all the clubs
Niggaz be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin surprise
She's givin up the buns on the cushion, Sweatin and screamin
Suckin' me off the rest of the evenin and I'm leavin
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them tecs with me
I gotta focus, I'm gettin older
You niggas ain't gettin over
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
High-tech, niggaz
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood done made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
(I stay G'd up)
It's the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
(I stay G'd up)
I'm a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes
(I stay G'd up)
When I'm hangin out that window with that AK fillin your punk ass with holes
(I stay G'd up)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana
I'm mule on that Greyhound from NY to the Carolina
Paper chase, different name, same face, don't catch a case
My road dog's on parole his baby girl's four years old
We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot
Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away
Niggas talkin in the hood we'll handle this another day
In November you make my shitlist if you did you can cancel Christmas
I'll send you a gift niggas'll come and leave your ass twisted
Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
See niggas get merked up, babies born and the world turns
I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near
Heart's never full of fear, homie I stay well aware
Of what's going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead
I go wit a smile on my face when it's my time kid
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Lil niggas I done paved the way, y'all should thank em
But if you think otherwise bring your boy over here so I can spank em
I'll put an end to your career BITCH
Before you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clip
These niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rap
Like I won't give em more bloodclots than Supercat
Niggas'll SNATCH YA, I'm like a bat catcher
I'll give a sign and and then throw somethin at cha
Round here niggas die off hydro
And even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro
You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down
The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown
I know I'm hot but hey, I'm icy too
Rocks'll ll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre
We're takin over this year, K's and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows it's a scare, YEAH
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
My papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
He'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
They gave my homeboy life so when you do it do it right
My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
No other solution you think we hollerin & hootin
Until you wake up and then you got ta hear bout these shootings
I take a pull from a ? and put the clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it
And if it's beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talkin
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin
They say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate
They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin weight
But I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist til my dayin days
It's +Nuttin But a G Thang+ G-Unit & +Dr. Dre+
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent: Talking]
Cam? I mean I....
I was being nice to him
Ok I'll get him
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on
It's King(King)
50 don't call me nigga
I don't wan talk it out
The 40 cal'l hit yo leg
Go on walk it out
I see it clear
You're tryin to sabotage Jimmy?
See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henney?
I send haitian niggas at you
Yea sao pai say
Zo-pound
niggas they don't play
Buck stabbin' niggas on camera
And it's ok
Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder
Get a year of probation
Damnit you have a clue
what you facin?
You must ain't hear me
I done told you I'm a a boss
I'm eatin' good
But I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is
50's Not Jake
And Cam' better stay out his way
[Chorus:]
Everything's cooler than a fan
Till you roll on
Have you in the high seat
You tryna hold on
Niggas in the waitin' room
Been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line
And doc say he's gone
He's gone.
Haha that's fucked up
When They Say He's Gone
[crying]
aha aha ahaa
He dead
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Boy knew that could happen
Fuckin' wit da kid
This is graveyard music right here?
Ya dig?
This is not competition
This is murder
Career ending
Mind bending
Southside ya finished
Now look
Niggas laughin' at Cam down on linix
They heard what he did
But they don't know why he did it
I have 80 and them boys wit black flags
Come through with black mags
And have niggas zip up them black bags
For a second he was hot
Now he cold
I apply pressure to niggas
Until they fold
But nevermind me
Man that's just how I be
The Game got me trained
They call me the Hustle Mayne
And like Fame
My style'll live forever
They thought I crossed over
Cause they dont' know no better
I think they think I'm laxed now
Cause I got the cheddar
Till I have a turned back
Bustin' trust me it's nothin
(OH!)
[Chorus:]
Everything's cooler than a fan
Till you roll on
Have you in the high seat
You tryna hold on
Niggas in the waitin' room
Been waitin' so long
Till they hear the flat line
And doc say he's gone
He's gone.
When They Say He's Gone
[50 Cent: Talking]
It shouldn't have to be like this man (Yea)
Dipset
Cam stay up
I'm not gon' destroy dipset
Just gotta maintain them
From now on
Jimmy's the boss of dipset
and Juelz is the capo (he's gone)
Cam's demoted to soldier
We like Jimmy better anyway
Ballin'
C'mon Man
What the last Cam' joint you like?
Computer's Computin'
Boogety Boogin (he's gone)
Cam'ron
You better learn how to talk to me
[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement
3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup?
Brooklyn, whuddup?
Fa'rock, whuddup?
[Chorus]
While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin'
I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin' Kelis, 'I love you boo'
I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah)
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Verse 1]
You wann' problem wit' me? - No problem, it's all good
I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when ya see me
I appear and disappear wit' the heata like Houdini
They parry wit' bullshiit - git'cha azz popped
Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot
I'm in the cut like germs, I do durrt like worms
Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn
I fire on ya azz, dem hollow-tips burn, baby burn
I'm screamin' 'Fuck the cops!', 'fore I 'round my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck dat box!
Dat's how P. got knocked, dat's how jewl got drop
But Dre beat dat nigga, go 'head, repeat dat nigga
You might learn a lil' summin' if you learn to stop frontin'
My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in'
I'm runnin' wit' the Dope-man
[Chorus]
When Jenny and Jumaine was (Mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puffy just tellin' Cam, 'I love you boo'
I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Verse 2]
Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Take grand and I fall betta nigga, I ain't playin'
I tryinna git it, holla at me if ya wit' it
And lace up the chuckas, wit' can ? mothafuckas
My stomach is growlin', they say dat I'm wyllin'
I'm doin' my numbas, I'm gittin' violent
They hearin' me rap and they think dat I'm playin'
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin'
I fire dat thang, it sound insane
Holla, I got dat news candi mayne
[Chorus]
When Jeezy and Keysha was (Mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin' Wayne, I love you boo
she was just runnin' games, she told Buck dat too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
[Outro w/ ad-libin 'I got-I got fully loaded clip']
Now nigga, lemme show ya whudd I do this right here!
Now, the rugger hold 16!
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got dat!
One in the head, 'till it fell!
I put anutha one in it the clip, I put it back!
Let the bullets burn!
Fuck You Niger!
Just cuz I'm Bigger,
Y'all treat me like a little one,
Seriously, where is the fun?
Fuck You all,
I don't need this shit!
Fuck off and leave me alone,
you mutha fuckin stone!
Insultin rhymes are the worst,
I feel as though im cursed!
The times i have been through are harder then you would know!
Just come and see my show!
Fuck You all
I don't need this shit!
Fuck off and leave me alone
you mutha fuckin stone!
(Dr.Dre)
Ya'll know me,still the same O.G.but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese,no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys,no boats no snowmobiles,and no ski's
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
to add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's,Ice bube's,and D.O.C's
The snoop D-O-double-G's
and the group that said mother-''Fuck Tha Police''
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
to bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
who's the doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop,or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
so FUCK Y'ALL,all of y'all;if you don't like me,BLOW ME
Y'all are keep fuckin around wit me
and turn me back to the old me
Chorus:Eminem (repeat 2x)
Nowadays everbody wanna talk like they got something to say
but nothin comes out when they move their lips;
just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
(Eminem)
So what do you say to somebody you hate(What?)
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?(YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin by,wit a Walkman on,when I caught a guy
give me an awkward eye(What you lookin at?)
And strangled himoff in the parkin lot,wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge
when I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage{*CRUNCH*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
''Fuck you to bitch,call the cops!''
I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
me and Dre stood next to a burnt down houde
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out(RIGHT HERE)
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
{*Eminem's vocal turntable*}
Slim shady-hotter then a set of twin babies
in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies;sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay.go with him Hailey(Da-da?)
Chorus
(Dr.Dre)
If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me
wit your hands out lookin up to me.like you want somethin free
When my last CD was out,you wasn't bumpin me
But know that I got this little company
Everbody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crump from me
Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton,Compton)
I told em all-all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all?
Cause I stay well off
Now I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
tryin to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin that;this is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
and fuck rap!You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats,know that I was strapped wit gats
when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
Chorus
Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)
'Walk with meeeee...'
[Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there
'Walk with meeeee...'
[Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say
'Walk with meeeee...'
[Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah
'Walk with meeeee...'
[Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR!
Verse One: Young Buck]
You never know when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me
Every day's a death threat, but I ain't dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It's the first of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I'ma accept that
But I'ma just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of ridin in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, 'Get Rich or Die Tryin''
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don't walk with me, he carry me man
You don't know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn't hit what I done shot
Couldn't flip what I done copped, couldn't tip what I done topped
I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
Your baby momma want me, I don't want that skeeza
She's scratched my Beema, but I ain't seen-her
When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil' Kim to let they titties show
I'm the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga
[Chorus]
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain't want it
(What?) Right then I understood that the hood's in my blood
So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I'm from
Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
So when they see 'em snitch niggaz'll know who got 'em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
[Chorus]
I know you prayin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I'M HERE NOW!
Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard
Chorus
I'm on flight 187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
They putting presure on me son they want me to snap
End up like X and whitney in my mansion smokin crack
I'm parrionoid I'm feeling like niggas are trying to get me
Forget the kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking brittney
Man dre wont mix my reconds now I need to talk to jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi
Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy
But I dont want to talk right now my day is goin shitty
Why J rockin that erclie look isnt he from marcy?
They say hes growin dreads and hes talking like a yatti
Man everything is changing I dont understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit money brings
Chorus
I'm on flight 187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
My baby mama boyfriend likes to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughin cuz she kissed him in the mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him of 50s niggas wants to murk me?
Niggas found my truck and broke it up out there in jersey
You can ask my son he will tell ya my dads fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me
Shady didnt invite me but a star is what he made me
Ill blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left that why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would I dare a mothafucka try
You get at me and you can kiss your black ass goodbye
Chorus
I'm on flight 187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
My lawyers all contained cuz every month I give them stacks
Them pigs want a semi if theirs a murder like macks
Man I wasnt the shooter I was never on the sceene
So if they do phroenzics then they will know it wasnt me
Theres no need for a lie dictor cuz I aint sayin shit
The more you talk the higher your chance is your doin a bid
Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case
They said they found the victum with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke it michael vick and I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you can back and shake it on the feild and show them whats up
Chorus
I'm on flight 187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...
Chillin in my four point six at the light
Bout to be VIP for the night
Shorty in the drop top V made a right
Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
Jumped out the whip like I was the police
Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I'm a baller
Wha-what?
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin' fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin' on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin' with a thug
Fiesta
We be off in the club sippin lot
Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye
Strippers in the back of the club showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
Whose gonna buy the bar?
Got enough
Take the haters out in the back, rough 'em up
I'm a baller now where's my ballers?
Wha-what?
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin' fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin' on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin' with a thug
Fiesta
We pop Cris on a daily base
Plus we got honeys all up in the place
Bout to wild out in a major way
So put your hands up if you made your pay
Add a little juice to the Tangaray
But let the ice show till the diamond fades
Rockland sittin' on Capitol Hill
Trackmaster make capital deals
[Gotti]
Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B; Thug and it sings to king
Got PJ niggas in caprime green
(Thugged out)
Hot chicks down to do anything
Cop them mo chicks
Cop mo bricks, pop mo Cris
Ay Kelly drop mo hits
[Boo]
What you know about them cats
That be spendin' the dough
Every day drink Henney and a bottle of Mo'
Ride whips, hittin' chicks
Blowin' twenties on drough
To the club thirty deep
Plenty of ice to show
Mami say she never rolled in a six before
(Fiesta)
Never seen a young cat this rich before
Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow
Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot boys
Livin' fiesta
To all my Chi town niggas
Fiesta
And all my uptown niggas
Fiesta
To all my players and my hustlers
Fiesta
And if you sittin' on them blades
Fiesta
To all my honeys in the club
Fiesta
And if you rollin' with a thug
Fiesta
Sun sets on television
Tele-tubbies say goodbye
I wave. I wonder why
Odd twist the gray brain matter
Grows fatter than girls at the 'Y'
I slave over my alibi
Because I believe in fiction, fiction
The only thing that turns you on is fiction
The only thing that turns me on is fiction
I kiss the ground you walk on
I kiss you to disguise
My face identifies
Because I believe in fiction, fiction
The only thing that turns you on is fiction
The only thing that turns me on is fiction
Yea, we over here, with some fat chicks, ha ha..
[50 Cent]
yo, I don't be fuckin with them fat bitches
that's Yayo, all the fat bitches
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on tha things they say,
now you know it's a nasty world(nasty world)
I ain't fuckin with you anyway,
cuz i know you're a nasty gurl(nasty gurl)
I ain't ever gunna discriminate,
so let me compliment your eyes
[50 Cent]
Fat(fat), them Snickers got your ass gettin fat (fat)
Thosecookies got your ass gettin fat (fat)
That cake got your ass gettin fat (fat)
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat (fat)
[50 Cent]
In tha gym I see your ass up on tha stairmaster
But you got it on level two bitch go a little faster
Look gurl, I ain't gunna lie, I'll tell you how I feel
They should handcuff your big ass to tha treadmill
You wanna workout now, cuz you know it's gettin hott
And your big ass fittin ta pop all up out a halter top
Find a right chick wearin some tight shit and it's on
See your ass wear some tight shit we like, "she wrong!"
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on tha things they say,
now you know it's a nasty world (it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin with you anyway,
cuz i know you're a nasty gurl (you'z a nasty gurl)
I ain't ever gunna discriminate,
so let me compliment your eyes
[50 Cent]
That Burger King done got your ass fat (fat)
McDonald's done got your ass fat (fat)
That Domino's done got your ass fat (fat)
Fat (fat)
[Lloyd Banks]
I like 'em slim in tha waste
Curves in tha right place
A bitch with hips, lips, and a tight face
Your appetite will put a dent up in a nigga's salary
You need to stop burnin that weed -n- burn them calories
Your attitude is like you always had gear
You got a ponytail, you ain't always have hair
I just love ta see your capris coming down, mami leave
On tha town, stay away if you 300 pounds(pounds)
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on tha things they say,
now you know it's a nasty world (it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin with you anyway,
cuz i know you're a nasty gurl (you'z a nasty gurl)
I ain't ever gunna discriminate,
so let me compliment your eyes (say somethin nice 'bout your eyes)
[50 Cent]
Fat (fat), them cinnasticks got your ass fat (fat)
Them Little Debbie's done got your ass fat (fat)
these cupcakes done got your ass fat (fat)
Fat (fat)
[Tony Yayo]
I ain't gunna trip,
I hang at tha bar with my wallet
I'm freaking off in your car or your closet
And ain't nothing wrong with a big, strong gurl
If you could cook your ass off,
I'll give you tha world
You could be skinny or fat, white or black
Nigga, pussy is pussy, so yea i'll hit that
I'm a freak, so I love mènage à trois
And I really care less if you twice my size
[Chorus]
Don't be stuck on tha things they say,
now you know it's a nasty world (it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin with you anyway,
cuz I know you're a nasty gurl (you're a nasty gurl)
I ain't ever gunna discriminate,
so let me compliment your eyes(ima compliment your eyes, ha ha)
Yayo will fuck wit chu big bitches,
but ima stay away tha fuck away from them
[50 Cent]
Them Snickers got your ass gettin
Those cookies got your ass gettin fat (fat)
That cake got your ass gettin fat (fat)
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat (fat)
[50 Cent]
Stay tha fuck away from me, fuckin fat bitch
Fuck with Tony Yayo ho
Uh, oh, stop, don't you touch me
I mean this shit ho...
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)
Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[50] Get 'em Banks!
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing]
They can't hold me
I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly
Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey
But ain't a government around that can control me
Oh no!!!
[rapping]
Uhh, I'm on that 'Doggystyle' shit, man I don't love a hoe
Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggaz wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo
Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun
Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one
Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's Dun-Dunn
We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it
Some niggaz hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggaz shit
Smilin all up my face like I don't know them niggaz sick
But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga
Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel
They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells
New York City hell they throwin niggaz under jails
I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere
Now bust a shot for dem boys on da block
I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga
There's somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down
See every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And niggaz get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off
Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out, these niggaz softer than Sade'
I'ma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker
[Interlude: singing]
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggaz (yea)
Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh)
Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggaz can't move me (yea)
I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man
[Chorus]
(music starts)
Intro: (50 Cent)
Yo This is 50 on the check in. For real people everywhere..Ja, Suck A Dick
Verse 1 (Tony Yayo)
Yo its T-O-N-Y,
Stay with A Semi
Dont ask me why dawg, but I'm herre
G-G-G- Unit 187 on your block beware
Yayo is my name and the substance that I bag
in a cloth, envelope, held up in a rag
I'll turn any of u soldiers into junkies
Im the number 1 seller in the whole damn country
Ya Heard, thats how i get down
Guerilla Unit is here and we up in your town (G-UNIT)
Chorus
Every Gangsta in every hood
U Know we up to know good
We got the gunz that yall need
we like to smoke on that weed
We drive 20's on big trucks
and yall know we just dont give a fuck
Every Gangsta in Every Hood
Yall know we up to no good
Verse 2 (Lloyd Banks)
Yo It's the most hated playa in the history of hoods
We G-Unit soldiers man we never up to any good
Lloyd Banks hit ya up don't try again
I'm not your buddy let alone your distant friend
I got nines that are just itching to be blasted
And skinny niggaz get it not the FAT BASTARDS
JaRule and Irv aint got no shit on us
They just whack ya heard tryin to crip (get bussed)
My gunz are all loaded ready to thrash
The future is now we got the whole hood on smash (G-Unit)
Chorus
Every Gangsta in every hood
U Know we up to know good
We got the gunz that yall need
we like to smoke on that weed
We drive 20's on big trucks
and yall know we just dont give a fuck
Every Gangsta in Every Hood
Yall know we up to no good
Verse 3 (50 Cent)
I'm not afraid of the so-called Murda Menaces
I'll shoot up so bad leave their faces with twisted grimaces
My gun squrts/but man it aint water
I'll Kill all u Homos, you might call it a slaughter
Ja Rule U skinny Playa Might need to gain some weight
My bullet twists you up leave u to deal with your fate
Murda aint gonna shoot me/cuz yall dont even got guns
ya'll turn hard rap music into playschool fun
Enuff candy rap/We straight Gangsta
Murda jumped proof, he's not the one with colon cancer
Yo fucking faggots/Aint never seen crack
I'll deal you niggaz bullets smokin back-2-back
Now im beefin with yall cuz u beefin with me
Ya'll got plenty "gangstas" while I stick with three
Don't ever in a song use the words guns, kill, and gay
I got the three biggest bodyguards (G, Em and Dre)
It's Finished! G-G-G-G- UNIT
(Outro) (Tony Yayo)
Thats It for Murda. Explain it to all your homies in the hood man.
Murda has officially ended thier career. Ja and Irv are in the coffin.
Ashanti's naked in bed. Vitas thrown out. Caddy is dead. Black is dead.
Jody Mack ran away. Life's Great.
(music stops)
(50 Cent)
G-G-G- G Unit!!
We aint never scared.
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I
DO I SOUND CRAZY
SHE ANIT THE SAME GIRL SHE WAS WHEN SHE WAS SIXTEEN
SHE WANT THE BELLY TOP SHE WANT HER BREST REDOND SHE
NOT SEXY WHAT BUT SHE LIKE TO FUCK SHE GIVE HEAD NOW
SHE DONE BEEN THROW MY HOLE BLOCK SHE DIG DEEP THO
SHE SWOLO YO HOLE COCE
THE BITCH IS A PRO
Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine
And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I don't know
Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-de's, damn man I O.D.
You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat
Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It's over I can't believe it, damn it's over
Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
380-6 shot glock top load-up
Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon
You think about money when you think about me huh,
Thats why my ex's my ex you don't want to be her,
She used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
I had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
I think about easter when I think about Keyshia,
Shorty stay fly thats why I keep her,
Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa,
She good if I leave her she got her own visa,
Think about them when you about frontin
Think about stuntin when you think about me,
Im the boss bentley or the porsche,
Overseas jet skis slide across,
I love the way you dress,
Now take it off,
Put your legs high on my shoulders across,
Im racing through your mind but you already lost,
Im at the finish line and your the friend of mine,
Come on lets ride
Chorus
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
I think like a hustler,
Im thinking bout a shipment,
She thinking im her hustle,
So she thinking bout commitment,
Its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head,
Fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg,
She aint even have to run to get away with the bread,
Thats some f-cked up sh-t
Think about that kid,
Im thinking what this b-tch thinking when she take me to court,
I pay my child support, what the f-ck she want,
This relationship, shit its too much for me,
I wanna f-ck your friends and live comfortably
She wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees,
She should have what she wants just not for me,
Im thinking bout my future she part of my past,
She don't care bout me she just want some cash,
Im thinking damn girl, we used to be friends,
How did sh-t become all about m's
Chorus
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Do you think about me,
I know you think about me,
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
I know you think about me,
You were so special to me
Do you think about me
Lil' mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead- put ya back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake..shake..shh..
shh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 1]
Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums n*gga,
I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
Whoa!
Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm gone bounce
that assss girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in
here.
Oooohh.
I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood.
So gully, so grimey, what's good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs -
I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
Uuuhhh.
[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead- put ya back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake..shh..shh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 2]
Let's party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let's party, everybody bounce wit me.
Sip champagne and burn a little greenery.
This hot.
Disco Inferno, let's go.
You are now rockin wit a pro.
I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
Get my drink on then get on the dance floor.
Look homie I don't dance all i do is this.
It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist.
Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon.
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.
Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.
[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead- put ya back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake..shh..shh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3]
You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'.
Uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes.
U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.
N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain.
G-Unit!
Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!
[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,Go ahead- put ya back into it,Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...Shake..shh..
shh..shake that ass girl.
Why do we die at an early age? Our street is full of drive-by's and gansters of the wall. Shooting two pockets of paintballs. Some say they run the streets and we brush they fucking fore-head.What the hell happened to you? The red buick down the street is ready 4 action staring at my dipped dung.
Chrous
So why dont you die at an early age, ja
50 cent
Stay out the way we using the g- unit while doing it. We running in to the beat Coming out the heat. Foo we here for a reason.
To kick yo ass.
Repeat 1st paragraph
ok letz start from the little person from the book
you might say he is a crook
his name is lil tima
we chill wit him cause he a good rhyma
next we got weedy
he aint greedy
he'll kick ur ass fast
and you wont be the last
the next person we got is blackice
he good but he aint no obie trice
he mad kool
for sure he aint no fool
the last person we got is biggie dix
he'll kill you wit just a pair of stix
he plays fare
jus dont look and stare
now we jus named the Deadly Devilz
this aint no game
so there aint no levelz.
together were the best team
piss us off and we'll let out steem!
[50 Cent]
She aint that chick from the burbs thats a Stranger to the drama
She that uptown girl with the cocky persona
Went out a way to let her know that i want her
I tell her I, know fo’ sho we belong togetha
And i wouldn’t break her heart my intentions are betta
And i shared the same dreams she had about chedda
When the D's came she was down to hold the berretta
I got a thing for baby girl
It’s me and her against the world
Whooooo
[Justin Timberlake]
You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no…
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no…
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river-er
Cry me a river
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
I know that they say
That some things are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
And all of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
(Messing with my head)
You should've picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it
(Yea..)
You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
(All alone)
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
(When you call me on the phone)
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
(I'm not like them baby)
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
(It's your turn)
To cry, cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
[Timbaland]
Oh (Oh!)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh (Oh!)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh (Oh!)
The damage is done
So I guess I be leaving
Oh (Oh!)
The damage is done
So I guess I be... l-l-l-leaving
[Justin Timberlake]
You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river
(You can go on and just)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
Cry me a river
(Baby go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river
(Cause I've already cried)
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
(Ain't gonna cry no more, yea-yea)
[50 Cent]
Your smile make my day
It’s simple your dimples
Your eyes your lips your thighs got me hypnotized
Communications deep i love it when we talk
Hatin’ when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you walk
You make a nigga forget about a life full of drama
She got expensive taste, she get it from her momma
Materialistic, still a nigga want her
Consistently missin’ her touch when she gone
She smell like Chanel she feelin’ me and I can tell
With the right woman by my side I feel like I cant fail
I been around been up and down my attitude is fuck her now
She a rider i feel like heaven when I’m inside her
Workin’ up a sweat kissin’ on her neck
12 play in the deck 4 play correct
Have her drippin’ wet
She looked in my eyes and said she liked it but i knew she loved it
I just keep doin’ what I’m doin’ and think nothin’ of it
*crushin..
on you boy...
*come on over hear..
and taste this..
*Boy i'm watching you, everywhere you go
I see you at school, the parties too
*Why dontchu you notice me
I've been waiting for so long
*just come taste my candy..
I've been cruchin on a boy like you
*I've been waiting for you to come through
Just go knock at my door
*I'll let you in for alittle more
Just take a sample of my candy..
Late at night all I think about is you
The way you smell and how your body looks too
I just can't get you outta my mind
I wanna taste your body all the time
Everyday when I see your smile
my body melts into an ice-cream pile
I get so nervous when you talk to me
But after all you make me so happy
I've been cruchin on a boy like you
*I've been waiting for you to come through
Just go knock at my door
*I'll let you in for alittle more
Just take a sample of my candy..
alalalala..alalalala tastes like candy
alalalala..alalalala sweet n sexy
Boy wontchu taste my candy
its so tastey and yummy
You will feel like your in heaven
cuz i'm cruching on you! repeat[2x]
[Eminem]
A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say on records
or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that..
I'm actually gonna do it
or that I believe in it
Well, shit.. if you believe that
then I'll kill you
You know why?
Cuz I'm a
CRIMINAL
CRIMINAL
You god damn right
I'm a CRIMINAL
Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL
[Eminem]
My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge
That'll stab you in the head
whether you're a fag or lez
Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest
Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes"
Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic
Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)
That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em
They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em
Hey, it's me, Versace
Whoops, somebody shot me!
And I was just checkin the mail
Get it? Checkin the 'male'?
How many records you expectin to sell
after your second LP sends you directly to jail?
C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men
Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!)
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital
Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can't reach me, my mom can't neither
You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch TV, and Comcast cable
and you ain't able to stop these thoughts
You can't stop me from toppin these charts
And you can't stop me from droppin each March
with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me
Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave
[Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)]
I'm a CRIMINAL
Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime
to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL
but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird
and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one
[Eminem]
My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed
The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed
It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she
Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me
I'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazed
But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?
So as I got older and I got a lot taller
My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger
I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker
than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word nigga
My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral
Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk
Off of his own employee
Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me
You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired
and my nose is pointy
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
in plane crashes and laughs
As long as it ain't happened to him
Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em
-inem and Kim combined - [*kch*] the maniac's in
Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today
He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place
(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face
Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place
I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a CRIMINAL
[Interlude Skit]
Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfucker
get the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
[Em] Aight
I'll be right here waitin on you
[Em] Aight
Yo Em
[Em] What?!
Don't kill nobody this time
[Em] Awwright... god damn, fuck...
(whistling) how you doin'?
[Teller] HI, how can I help you?
[Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl
[Teller] Okay
[Eminem] Put the fuckin money in the bag bitch
and I won't kill you!
[Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me
[Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...
[Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me...
[Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill you
Hurry the fuck up! [*BOOM*] Thank you!
[Eminem]
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet [*dog whines*]
If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough
to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut [*tape unrolls*]
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask
[Chorus 2X]
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
Chorus
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I'm not tellin you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you shoot 'em
Don't waste time, lil' nigga just do it
Any nigga out of order, must be serviced
See now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous
The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet
Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back b!
Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn baby burn
Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas never learn
Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger nigga
So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya
Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary
See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry
Them bullets come in flurrie, next thing you know you're buried
YEAH!!! I do away with nine niggas in nine days
My nine sprays, which it don't go my way
Hold it sideways, fuck around cause a crimewave
Chorus
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry
Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me
YEAH! - I'm #1 on Forbes
YEAH!! - They can't fuck witcha boy
'tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back
Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks
I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the bread
Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said
See the stash, I'm makin double makin kilos bubble
{?} stop, boy I cut you til' your ma don't know you
See when we play them +Warriors+ come out to play
You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today
See I'm back on the shit I was on before
So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war
Chorus
When the strap out, you know what that 'bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y'all, and talk shit y'all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me
YEAH!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit ya up for me
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
Yeah 50,
I gave her books to read,
Feed her mind with knowledge,
Gave her street smarts,
Sh-t you can't get in college,
She's a reflection of me,
So you know she the sh-t,
If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich,
That's my dog,
I tell her stay she wanna go,
I tell her go she wanna stay,
That's my dog,
You know a b-tch usually don't mean nothing to me,
That's right but that's my dog,
I go left she go right, I go up she go down,
She couldn't listen now she ain't around,
So ungrateful screaming I hate you,
She must got amnesia,
B-tch I made you now,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,
Chorus
Say say say girl,
Come here,
No, you no, you, her yeah,
You go,
The reason you didn't get picked
Because you got your nose up your ass,
You smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match,
I'm smelling my sh-t too now how you like that,
You coulda had this dude and anything you choose,
And that girl you lose cause I ain't f-cking with ya,
Shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind,
Coulda been you, living lavish,
Instead it's your girlfriend,
But you tripping while we sipping,
In the back of a big...
Some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose,
You were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused,
I had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya,
House, cars, kids and a pet name for ya,
P-ssy cat, I told you I'll make it you ain't believe,
I guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave,
I think about it maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong,
Either way shorty life goes on,
When your around my smiles a grin,
My thoughts are a sin,
You asked can we try again,
I ain't f-cking with you,
It's on the club jumpin,
I'm tryna to get my liquor in
You want sometin ? again
I'm staring at your thicker friend,
I guess I'm like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness,
In my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,
Chorus
There ain't no other way to put it except,
I know you'll understand girl it's...
... see us in the back of the club popping bottles
And it coulda been you but no
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you yeaah,
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you.
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like
yeah, I told her I write music for a living
And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
And she said 'oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time'
And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick
I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
See me I switch up hoopties cause niggaz play me, just to shoot me
You know how it is in the hood
Dead men don't hear no applause
Don't men don't go off on tours
Dead men don't accept no awards
50 that thought you was dead kid, kid
[ Chorus - 2X]
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I 'Hit 'Em Up' worse than Pac, watch me
[ Verse 1 ]
I don't hesitate to pull out the burnin' nigga
I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga
I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top
I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots
And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin'
If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah)
When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh)
You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo)
I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change
My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains
Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr)
You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh)
I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah)
About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh)
I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT)
[ Chorus ]
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh)
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back)
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I 'Hit 'Em Up' worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga)
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh)
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I 'Hit 'Em Up' worse than Pac, watch me
[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit)
DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early)
(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent)
Damn, (we both from Queens)
That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin')
(Hey, ya'll niggaz cannot stop Queens) (WOO)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in every bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
(Eminem) This gettin outta hand;Forget the Hook, staright spittin
(50 Cent)
I got ya
Come On...
Yo Ja quit it, your raps are ova
You aren't even good friends no more with homie J-Hova
We all hate u, man "f" your label
You think You got drugs but Your "crack" was left on the table
Smoke it Ja, Go on inhale
All i need is a gun to fuckin make bail
Yayo's comin home soon, better beware
It's G-Unit man guns will do better than cut your hair
Think u swallow X huh, what does it look like?
Mr.Gangsta thinks he needs to smoke to be gangsta, u aint cook right?
Vita, u bia, your rhymes are pretty whack
And Irv you're not Suge stop tryin to deal crack
My guns bullets are 9mm, bigger than your dick
If i want old scool i'll shoot Slick Rick
I'm now and 4-ever man let it be known
Go cry to ur mom, Atkins...Before she too is gone (gunshots)
Murda!!!!No we just dont care
Enter the G-Unit dungeon the Aftermath Lair
G-Unit
(Eminem) Enuff of This candy rap, Ja Rule. You know you're gay when
you put out a song like Mesmerize.
(beat change to Mesmerize beat)
(50 Cent)
You're Gay, Yo're a Fag, I hate it when you try and Diss me
Bring It, Come On You're trying to rap with 50
It's a whole different game being in the hip-hop scene
Venni Vetti Vecci was good, but now you're just not mean
I remember when I used to think you was sick
Now i know what you are, just a small dick
G-Unit got rap covered for many years
I'll dice you up like that guy from the bible chopped his ears
My gun is loaded with about enuff for your whole crew
1 shot kills u and the others die at the sight of you
your mangled body lying in a heap on the floor
Aint got anuff time to go say goodbye to your whore
G-G-G- G Unit man we got the best
Ashanti watch it, you'll be next
(Eminem) Ha Ha Ha It's Over for u assholes!
Beat stops
f/ Hope, Tony Yayo
* song borrows the beat & a sample from Tweet's "Call Me"
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus]
50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
As we proceed, uh
[50 Cent] (Tony Yayo)
You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up)
You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
You didn't like the little things I do
Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon)
Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine
Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so
I'm the hottest shit on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope]
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus]
Uh huh, yeah
[Hope] (Tony Yayo)
I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga
Now you wanna talk like you big shit
Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
Cause when you's fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c'mon)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus]
Yeah, um, YAYO!
[Tony Yayo]
Don't call me bitch, don't be naggin me
Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me)
You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail
And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail
You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh)
Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat
In my heart I thought you was the one
"Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tweet]
Call me
Call me
(Dre)
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild wild west
a state that's untouchable like elliot ness
the track hits your ear drum like a sud to your chest
pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
we in that sunshine state
where the bomb ass hemp be
a state where youll never find the dance floor empty
and pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money makin machines serving fiends
i been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
now its '95 and they watch me
dimonds shinin lookin like i robbed liberachie
its all good from diego to the bay
your city is the bomb if your city makin pay
put up a finger if you feel the same way
dre puttin it down for cali-forn-i-a
They picked your name
from the same tree as before
where they hanged themselves together
as part of the corps
I have a crush
on brand name athletic shoes
hands like hook and sinker
I was amused
Bring me the head
of a Backtreet Boy
or something instead
in this season of the witch.
Keeping one hand loose
Jesus loves you anyway
you knew this job was dangerous
from the first day.
I need you girl
I love to want you girl
I need to love to want you in my world
Bring me the head...
It's so sad when folks don't get their own jokes.
[Fifty talkin' to someone]
Aight, check this shit out, ya'll niggas gon' stay in the car, I'm'a go
right over here and see somethin', gimme ten minutes, If I don't come
out, ya'll come in, the money stays in the car 'till I say
so.......aiyo, whattup whattup, man, this is what ya'll niggas is
workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?
Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam
I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram
bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow
Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man?
standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit
every four days in PA I move another brick
according to the DA I sold dope in VA
my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA
I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me
let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy
(hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me
If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani
It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night
got task ridin' 'round the Projects on Mountain Bikes
[Chorus]
NY ain't the same, it's OT playa
you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
hit the highway and take it to a town near you, and get that money man,
get that money man. [Repeat]
[Fifty Singing]
Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around
that means I copped and I went outta town
you mothafukkas know how I get down
about my money man, about my money man.
*featuring Young Buck (G-Unit)
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit(yeah), UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip
Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)
[chorus 2x]
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though
[Young Buc]
I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's
You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop him
I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa'(blaow)
[chorus 2x]
[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down
I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand
You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect mayn)
[chorus 2x]
(feat. Young Buck & Spider Lo)
[50 Cent:] yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?..
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?..
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Big money, big things
Big wrist watch, big diamond rings
My niggas love when the club be off the chain
Ya'll front they'll make you niggas take of them chains
You can run 'till the hollow tips hit ya frame
Hang on for ya life manye
A little candy paint, a little bit of chrome
Some woodgrain a nigga money long
Call shots in this bitch like a boss should
What the fuck I want in your hood?
I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow
I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though
Said I cruise through ya strip ridin' real slow
I'm not shootin' but I can and I will though
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?..
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?..
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Keep my name out ya mouth
Before them AK shells come straight in ya house
Won't stop 'till ya whole block layin' hit 'em all up buck buck then we out
Fuck where you from nigga fuck what you 'bout
We can get it poppin'
Bodies start droppin'
Feds start watchin'
Niggas start talkin'
Death is knockin'
At your front door
Niggas really don't want war
Talkin' and walkin'
You'll meet your coffin
Ain't no stoppin'
When the Glock get to poppin'
Bitch niggas runnin', screamin' and hollerin'
Want to see what its like when you get shot?
Want to get jacked for ya iced out watch?
My tour bus filled up with guns I ain't tryin' to go out like Big and Pac
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?...
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?...
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
Check ya ho
Check ya dough
Hate the game, but respect it though
Cock and blow
Let that go
Otherwise the Tec will blow
In other words ya neck will know
What it feels to have a exit hole
Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable
I ruined mines
Doin' lines
My little niggas usin' nines
Spittin' rhymes
But I flip a bird
Feelin' like i'm losin' time
Got to get it all
I'm with it all
Been there, done, and did it all
And what I saw was niggas fall
Once the young whore get the call
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?..
Bitch what you know about?..
Grippin' fo' fo's
Poppin' fo' fos
Pimpin' them hos
Nigga what you know about?..
Gettin' that dough
Pushin' that blow
Sippin' that Mo
Bitch what you know about?..
yo we cant stay alive forever so till shit hit the fan we might as well
die together im high as ever more hoes in one chedda g_unit move
around with them pounds and berretas look fagget if i want it ima have
it no matter if ya hand it all i gotta do is grab it dont make a ass
out of yo self tryna stop me im cocky raps rocky u know that im
3 levels above
you nigga i kugg you fuck u nigga takin the wrong way to bravoke and
rappin bout niggas is only gunna leave u smoked! so the only thing
left now is tosse for you cowards. talkin shit till we bout to
show em we powers. while we lay around dollas they lay around
flowers.
if god was a gangsta we he check niggas for reffa or would he
flip when i call a bitch like shes queen latifah . over here
we got nuff gold to snatch the street sweepa this shit could
get uglier than a master p sneaker .im in choppa with prada on the
chuckas i hate it when the bitches on sping break from college
wanna fuckus i aint here to drop knoledge on ya fuckas i get rock
whilers on ya fuckas .ya probly heard of me fresh out of surgery
flashy is a fuck u gunna hafta murder me uhh niggas rather hate
you or love you when ya dissapear i hit the sea with c-notes and fishin
gear....... still in the projects nigga?
you aint goin nowhere u gunna be in there for the rest of yo mutha
fuckin life and yo mama say im supposed to tell you somthing to
encourage you well i aint gunna lie to you muthafucka u aint goin
nowhere!!!!
yo we cant stay alive forever so till shit hit the fan we might as well
die together im high as ever more hoes in one chedda g_unit move
around with them pounds and berretas look fagget if i want it ima have
it no matter if ya hand it all i gotta do is grab it dont make a ass
out of yo self tryna stop me im cocky raps rocky u know that im
3 levels above
you nigga i kugg you fuck u nigga takin the wrong way to bravoke and
rappin bout niggas is only gunna leave u smoked! so the only thing
left now is tosse for you cowards. talkin shit till we bout to
show em we powers. while we lay around dollas they lay around
flowers.
if god was a gangsta we he check niggas for reffa or would he
flip when i call a bitch like shes queen latifah . over here
we got nuff gold to snatch the street sweepa this shit could
get uglier than a master p sneaker .im in choppa with prada on the
chuckas i hate it when the bitches on sping break from college
wanna fuckus i aint here to drop knoledge on ya fuckas i get rock
whilers on ya fuckas .ya probly heard of me fresh out of surgery
flashy is a fuck u gunna hafta murder me uhh niggas rather hate
you or love you when ya dissapear i hit the sea with c-notes and fishin
gear....... still in the projects nigga?
you aint goin nowhere u gunna be in there for the rest of yo mutha
fuckin life and yo mama say im supposed to tell you somthing to
encourage you well i aint gunna lie to you muthafucka u aint goin
nowhere!!!!
Go Shorty, it's Beyoncé,
We gon' party like it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you feelin' sexy!
I'm the chick with the hottish, manolo blahnik,
Jimmy choo kicks, killin' it, who you with?
Me my girls at the party with the diamond zinati's
I'm that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.
I'm that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabulous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.
My nails, my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed.
I'm that girl wearing Chanel pearls,
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Banks and Biddle's
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair sheek, smells sweet, like flow to flow?
I'm the lady sipping Baileys while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me I jus send them a bottle
I know I got it but don't flaunt it even thoguh brotha's want it,
Dancin' dirty while I'm flirtin', 'cause he checkin' up on me.
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.
My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed, ohhh
ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!
ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh.
ohhh, ohhhooooooooooooooooooowww!! (into hook)
You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.
[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
[Chorus]
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea
[Chorus]
"Be A Gentleman"
[Chorus]
It's best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that)
Cuz Jesus Christ can't save you when you on ganster prey
[50 Cent]
Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja
I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry
Since 'How to Rob' a lot of niggas been naming names
Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game
Still niggas acting like I don't get down or something
Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something
You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib
And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?"
Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous
If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself
I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you
Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you
Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell
I've done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail
But if its over a mil don't put the crib up dun
Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run
[Chorus 2x]
It's best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend
(bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It's gangsta)
[50 Cent]
Look I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't a po' no mo'
I ain't gotta steal from the corna' store no mo'
Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the flo' no mo'
Bouncers don't try to play me at the do' no mo'
But when they see me they say search him
"He might have the nine
He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne"
It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this
Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this
Niggas is feelin' it
The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh)
Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh)
And since you said it was nothin' to sweat (what)
That you was outta line so here's what you get
A verbal ass kickin'
Jesus Christ sent me to test ya
Let's see how see how he act's under pressure
Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me'
Till the feds build up cases and find pie's on me
[Chorus 2x]
It's best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend
(bo! bo! bo!, It's gangsta)
It's gangsta, 2000 shit
[Echoing]
Ya'll know what you need to do, get together,
make a We Are The World record, faggot ass niggas)
(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))
[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit
Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe
[Tony Yayo]
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)
[50 Cent]
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin' 'round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I'm holdin' it
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick 'Bend over, mami'
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S
[50 Cent]
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don't slow down to speak
'Cause they know I'm holdin ..
[Hook]
Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! (G-Unit!)
Ha ha...
[Chorus]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coast with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your succes is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowing that, if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eat ya for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade like to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfull cuz to me you're a mistery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
ha, ha pussy..
[Chorus]
"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinking out loud
Southside till I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game Shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child
Them niggaz they just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you man"
Now stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own... bad guy (bad guy)
[Chorus]
I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extored
It ain't over... (G-Unit!)
I've been patiently waiting to BLOOW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life
well you done heard bout them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you nigga
I'm a G-Unit mothafuckin soldier nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know... ha ha (G-Unit!)
Oh, no, he didn't say anything about Ja, okay
Ja is MY boo, okay
Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody.
Hey y'all know! Big thangs come in small packages!
Holla!
Now ev'rythang was cool
Until 50 Cent came back into the picture.
THEY better NOT put thier hands on Jeffrey.
Okay, 'cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree
PINK belt.
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery, okay?
'Cause, see, they don't KNOW me.
Delicious- Do they know me?
Okay, I thought so.
'Cause YOU know I know karate.
And I will see him, and I will Jet-Li his ass.
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...
Chorus: 50 Cent
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
[Chorus – 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[Verse 1 – 50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying 'slow down baby'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 – Young Buck]
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your fine dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 – Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like 'Are you flexible?' and 'How do you like it?'
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like the cold ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, 'This blue drink tastes good, don't it?'
'Sure it does, now have some more'
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
[Chorus]
Make no mistake
Dig this earthquake
I'm coming clean in this pigpen
It's a mad dysfunction
Be my baby lotion
Read magazines with your girlfriends
I know what it's like to be outgrown
By lips that taste like flavor pure emulsion
I know that I'm a throwback
Fine pedigrees
Driving SUVs
Only to fall in love with their hobbies
It's a mad dysfunction
Be my baby lotion
Read magazines with your girlfriends
I know what it's like to be outgrown
By lips that taste like flavor pure emulsion
I know that I'm a throwback
Tug of war
At the Wailing Wall
Roman holiday
Get on your knees and stay there
Get on you knees and stay
I know what it's like to be outgrown
By lips that taste like flavor pure emulsion
I know that I'm a throwback
(50 cent)
haha
yo whoo kid man
drop this shit man
hurry up man i gotta go
aah yeah
50 cent- g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g-unit haha
(adlibs)
(Chorus)
baby if you get on your knees,
put me in your mouth and suck me off
you know i got you
(X3)
(come on baby, just kiss it for me)
(just put it in your mouth)
(gunshot)
(50 cent)
she was hesitant at first
said she never did it before
as soon as i got it going
she was going like a pro
she went up and down
like a merry go round
and.. round and round
and SPLASH
she was freaky freaky
when you get her in the bed
you need.. g's like me to get her to give you head
my con-ver-sation is stim-u-lating
she in room 10-19 in the Hilt' and waiting
she got a thing for ballas
i mean a thing for balls
and i had turned her ass out
so im the one she calls
on the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me
bein' 'round me got her used to drinkin don and cristy
i'ma special nigga
look i'm used to blindin'
keep that benz so clean and those three wheels shinin
(Chorus X3)
(can't be serious 4 in da mornin)
(Lloyd Banks)
right in da mornin i rolled over
guess who was over my shoulder
a pretty round, round (round)
who just got finished goin downtown
but at night wit no lights
i have you wonderin
if its a lightin bolt in your mouf
or a glow-in-da-dark tongue ring
banks needa ghetto chick
set a nigga up wit ass
sneak around till he fall asleep
diggin in his stash
leave wit everythin
rob a benz, stacks and da grass
ass so fat, she get handclaps when she pass
i ain't never had a girl but you can be my bottom bitch
i'd been around da world
we don't hit no kinda chicks
range rover, neva sober, hennessey, vanilla soda
B-A-N-K dolla' sign bitch
i ain't here hopin that your baby daddy ova da shoulder
Banks don't associate wit no TRICKS
i'ma make it a G-Unit party
from the hotel lobby
and if you ain't tryin to freak off
then go home BITCH
(CHORUS) (X3)
(Young Buck)
you know what i came to do
let you put your lips on my dick
but don't tell nobody
you my mistress bitch
all your friends keep tellin you what to do
when you get me
got to eat the nuts first
like a hershey kisses
bitch show me you miss me
like i'm Pac or Biggie
she can be small as Eve
or even big as Missy
I like it when them dikes
endorage you ROUTE 6
suck off thanks to 50 & B-Light, UNIT
Get your ass SUPLEXED
tellin me to go down
I'm a P-I-M-P bitch
i bet you know now
baby girl slow down
you make a nigga cum quick
when you closed your eyes
and make your tongue
do a twist
you my 3 o'clock, lolipop
kiss the last drop bitch
walk around naked hoe
i met your ass topless
she finally found out
what young buck is 'bout
so give a nigga from the south
some of that mouth
(CHORUS X3)
(come on girl, you know i got you)
alright then you playas
that down on the dial right now
we gone to give ya
some real good game dog
official dog, magic wand & whoo kid
we gon to do something ya know we gonna to do
we gon' to soda-pop
ya know wat i'm talkin bout if ya in tha game
so get ya soda poppin ready
cuz we gon' soda-pop round here
CHUUUUCH
Lunacy and chaos
Accost me now
Floating like an albatross
Across my bow
Brood or change
Bring the news to me
Atomic anti-star
Bring me into range
Destroy me at the bar atomic anti-star
It's occurred to me to stay off
The holy cow
You're never going to make it with anyone
Anyhow
Brood or change
Bring the news to me oh
Atomic anti-star
Bring me into range
Destroy me at the bar atomic anti-star
For the wetness of eye. For the wetness of...
Brood or change
Bring the news to me
Atomic anti-star
Bring me into range
Destroy me at the bar atomic anti-star
It's been five months since (Ohhhh) you went away
God send me an angel
God send me an angel from the heaven's above
Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love
Cause all I do is cry
God send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes
[Amanda:]
See it's been five months since you went away
Left without a word and nothing to say
Want to wil' out want to up and leave
See it's all about you it's not about me
Break me down from in and out
See I knew from the jump you had some doubts
Should have known then you would never stay true
Should have known then that I could never change you
Now I'm on my knees and I'm begging god please
Take away this pain that I'm feeling cause it's just too much for me
And I try to open up my eyes I sure do try to see
But this man got my heart in a box and I can't even find the key god please
God send me an angel from the heaven's above
Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love
Cause all I do is cry
God send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes
[Preemo:]
Come on that's right come on
No matter what I do it stays the same
Told me I got to leave cause I wouldn't change
Still I couldn't see I was stuck in the game
Told me to leave my key or the locks gonna change
You want a new day one without me
But I'm stuck with this pain while she's yelling get out Pre
What happens when your ride or die chick is living every night with some good bye ish
Inside I'm dying
Just want to kiss your eye lids
Help the pretty green eyes stop crying
One more chance take a trip to Hawaii
She just looked at me and started sighing
I guess this is good bye still not realizing what it all means
Still got the dreams that included you and me
Got me on one knee willing to do anything to make it right
I'm trying to get doctor Phil's number for advice
[Amanda:]
I never thought twice when I rolled the dice
Never thought so many times you'd make me cry
Deep down in my heart I used to believe that I was meant for you and you was meant for me
But without trust there is no love
And I'm sure gonna miss them kisses and hugs
Got to let go or I never will
Can't wait for the nights where I can't stay still
Love ain't for free got to pay the bills
Say that you won't but I know that you will
Deep in my heart I know you'll never change
And everything that you do I'll always be the blame
God send me an angel from the heaven's above
Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love
Cause all I do is cry
God send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes
God send me an angel from the heaven's above
Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love
Cause all I do is cry
God send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes
Oh god...send me an angel
Send me (Oh baby) an angel
Send me an angel from the heavens above
Send me an angel to heal my heart from being in love
Oh god...(Amanda Perez...Preemo) send me an angel
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
{*random shout outs*}
(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS
(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for y'all niggaz is stop frontin
'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up?
(50 Cent)
Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip
Get in the whip, it's a wrap
(Lloyd Banks)
Nah fuck that
(50 Cent)
Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that
Niggaz running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out
(Lloyd Banks)
50 let me drive
(50 Cent)
Nah I got this, nigga chill out
(Lloyd Banks)
It'd be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back
(50 Cent)
Just get in the corner store cause it's full of them A-rabs
They blowin' the shit up like it's okay
I got a bomb on my waist I'm Kamikaze (*laughing*)
I dare Ds to get next to me
(Lloyd Banks)
Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me {*explosion*}
Yeah, yeah that's it, it's a freestyle
The fuck you want for free?
Fucking A-rabs just ran the planes into the fucking building
Coke price went up 10 grand this fucking week
Yo u kno me I'm a straight-up nigga
So I tell a bitch exactly what I wanna do ya knah sayin?
If I'm in a club and I'm tryin to go home I'm like "Yo ma wassup"
Ya kno get wit u ya kno
I mean tonight tho, not like next month
None of dat other shit ya knah sayin?
But u kno every now and then I be lyin
I aint gonn front, I be lyin to the hoes man
I can tell a bitch exactly what she wanna hear
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wanna be the reason u smile after u wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason theres 2 karats in each of ya ears
I'll splurge wit the paper ma, I dont care
How u like it, pumps or boots?
Jeeps or Coupes? Minks or leathers?
50 fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
Cuz when I shine, you shine c'mon
Fine champange, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas u could toss the dice
Don't let ya friends get u confused, sayin "50 bad news"
I need u in my life girl, ya too much to lose
Ay Puffy stop makin them muthafuckin "I miss J.Lo" records nigga
Yo Chi, turn this shit off man I aint feelin this shit right now
Put sum hard shit on
--beats switches--
Yea c'mon uh hahaha yo
[Chorus 2x - 50 Cent]
Nigga u wont deny that I'm a fuckin rider
You dont wanna bump heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass you'll see
That it aint cool to fuck wit me
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
G Unit.. I roll wit gorillaz
Fuck a big bodyguard I hang wit pint-sized killers
I aint tryin to be dirty - still on the strip
I'm tryin to be dirty - filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope he think he a cowboy
Give him too much dope I'm pushin a big boy
V-12 XL detail
I rap and wait for dem checks in the mail
And if u hatin in due time ya life will expire
Cuz my guns speak Jamaican they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I'm from niggas be on sum sneak shit
When hungry use they lighters to cook they beef stick
And its dro and its Nestle, got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights headed towards Vegas
Not slot machine niggas, we crap table playas
I roll a 7 cuz we crap table playas
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
I kno alot of niggas want Banks gone
But my kinda beef'll fuck up ya grill and not the kind u put franks gone
I'm hot now so my meals is home-cooked
I deal wit more hoes than a Chinese phonebook
You hidin wit ya messed-up ratchets
I'm out blowin haze bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck Uz' in ya ride, this tool's on my side
Got females standin' wit tattoos on her thighs
Visualize cats losin they wives
Cuz the next time I see em they got black and blues on they eyes
Nah I aint ready to die but I'm prepared
I'd rather grow old wit gray hairs in my bed
They kno me in the field, the kid wit the
Aye what's up
Yo this is 50 Cent and I'm here with my man DJ On Point
And you know why his name is On Point cuz he on point pussy
Go 'head play that shit I'll lay ya fucking punk ass out nigga
[Chorus:]
When you frown at me (Yeah!)
Is it cuz I won't provide for you girl? (Cuz I won't provide)
You're after my cheddar (haha)
And your friends they see it too (c'mon)
Spending notes is what your up to (Is this what you want??)
Women are after my cheddar
(Is this what you want?!)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I gave you a style, Gucci this Fendi that (Yeah)
Burberry bag, shoes and the hat to match (Aha)
I like the way it look but bitch I ain't buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But no more Prada shoes (Uh!)
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out (WOO!)
See me poly with some other chick you wanna show out
They say I'm wrong when I dog your ass like I should
Now you can reminisce on the times I treated you good
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
You could think about me grinding my fans (Yeah!)
You even got more than one watch on it's too much time on your hands (Aha)
They say behind every good man is a woman (WOO!)
So if Tash pull up stash the cannon in your linnen (C'mon)
I'll never be a chouffer to the mall
So learn to appreciate the CD's and posters on the wall
Fatal attraction is mad real
The last bitch I deaded went crazy and swallowed thirty Advils
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
They say money makes the world go 'round
And material things make a hoe go down (Fuh sho'!)
I see you in your Prada, Gucci, and BCBG (Aha)
Bitch I'm getting rich but I don't trick on GP (Yeah)
It's $5 dresses and $10 skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work (WOO!)
Birds wanna have my baby since I saw my contract
So I gotta double up in case the condom snap
[Chorus]
Look, don't ask me for shit, man
I ain't got nothing for you, man
Yo, what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing, bitch?
Bitch, I'm Luther Vandross in the shower
Adamz song (remix)
Hey adam(echo) Fuck U
(RAPPIN) Met a kid named adam-fuckin ugly,
Tried my dawg and bumped me//
Gonna end up with a black eye-"You finin fight boy,"
Told yo ass not to mess with a crazy white boy//
Dont understand why Tiffany loves 'em,
Dont understabd why Tiffany hugs 'em//
Messin their relationship,
Kick his ass all the way to space and shit//
Tryin me and Rich,
Bitch//
Go ahead jump shoelace,
Imma give you a free hit-then we'll bust your face!!!//
That's it so fuck it,
Dirty does it//
feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' her head up cause the child aint a dummy
It's funny, niggas would rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You lyin ya ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin ya mask off,as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game or
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin',
now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
[Tony Yayo]
You can take me out the 'hood,
but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
"Cheche, get the Yayo"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
[50 Cent]
You can take me out the 'hood,
but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin'
Start wavin' my M-1 shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
Death round the courner the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket you stunnin' and stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless,
you know not to test this
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before,
hoes they compliment me now that 50 in nice chains
Beligio, twenty grand, chips at a dice game
Ballin now, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
[50 Cent]
That´s the sound of the man, cockin´ that thang - that thaaaang
That´s the sound of the man, clappin´ that thang - thaaang
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin´, I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I´m on the edge
I´m finna put a shell in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot this
Say I´m skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the fuck up tryin´ to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y´all niggas is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain´t preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don´t treat ya
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flow´s God sent, it´s bound to reach ya
[Hook]
Problem child, I´m familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you don´t want problems
Problem child
[Bridge] [Singing]
And why can´t you be man enough
To tell me where you´re comin´ from
[50 Cent]
They say you can never repay the price for takin´ a man´s life
I´m in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I´m nice, y´all niggas can´t hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, y´all niggas can´t bang wit fifty
Say I´m born to rhyme, there´s a shell and a nine
Face stone and the cross, there´s a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
You can check C-N-N for the 'War Report'
See the drama got me ridin´ with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, niggas ain´t gon´ do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I don´t need no help
Give me a knife, I´ll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, I´ll take a fuckin´ car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn´t beat me one-on-one
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[50 Cent]
I must´ve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split ´posed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin´ your ass
I got 'God Understand Me' tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, I´ma tattoo it again
I´m the young buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say: '´Sup up, niggas get ready to duck'
My heart is a house homie, fear don´t live here
Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luck´s hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin´
Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you pussy I´ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn´t live in my tier
[Hook]
50 Interlude
[50 cent]Nigga wats up son
[50]Wat up
[50 cent]Yo da old tymes wanna talk to you
[50]Fuck them old niggas wanna talk to me about what?
[50cent]See that?s wat they wanna talk to about, your mouth
[50 cent]Your mouth is crazy son
[50]Don?t fuckin tell me my mouth is crazy nigga I run this fuckin shit
[50]I don?t care what these old niggas wanna tell me how to run my shit
{Gun Shot}
Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I'ma drink a lot a water
And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like 'What up, 50?'
I'm like 'What up with you'
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I'm like 'Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back'
Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ??
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!
-50 Cent-
New York City,
You are now rappin'...
Wit 50 Cent,
Ya gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy, shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with them answers babe
-Nate Dogg-
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
(Girl...)
-50 Cent-
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter-century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a Hoopty from a Benz,
Would you poof and disappear, like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap to chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I was flip burgers in Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feeling me?
In the bed, if I use my tongue would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
Now we can have a little drink, you know a Nightcap
And we can go do what you like, I know you like that
-Nate Dogg-
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
(Girl...)
-50 Cent-
Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thugging?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you twenty-one questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you're a blessing
Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at you tryin'a figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said "It wa'n't me"
Would you believe me?
Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond?
If that's all it takes for you to be gone
We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style
I'll say anything to make you smile
-Nate Dogg-
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
(Girl...)
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
-Monica-
Boy... the reason I love you now
I would check if you were down and out
I'd still have love for you
Boy... the reason I love you now
I would check if you were down and out
I'd still have love for you
Now if you fell out tomorrow, I would catch you safely
If you didn't smell good I'm not goin', baby
And if they locked you up for a century
I'd be there to support you mentally
Now if you still drove a Hoopty when you cruise through,
I'd hop in and then ride just like I used to
And if someone hurt you I'd be right by your side
And when it's time to put in work, I would ride
Yeah, and I'll peel a nigga while I chill and drive
I'd feel you because this is how I feel inside
And if you ain't rap and flip burgers at burger king.
I'd be puttin salt n' pepper on them onion rings
And in your bed, you use your toungue, you know I'd like that
If you wrote me a love letter then I'd write you back
Now you have a little drink, a Nightcap
I'd do all the things you'd like it like that..
(feat. Monica, Nate Dogg)
[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?Girl...
[50 Cent]
If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz,
would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[Monica]
Boy... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
I ain't looking for no superman to try and save me
I just want you to be my baby
Your sexy style got me going crazy
I wanna feel your body layin next to me
I can give you what you want, you need, and dream
I'll take care of you fulfill your fantasies
Got some questions that I got to ask nd I
Hope you can come up with the answers
Boi... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our love if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only human girls we make mistakes,
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[Monica]
Boy...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Now can we let the past go so we can have a future?
When a push comes to shove would you come through for me?
I can't be bad by myself be sad by myself
I can't be broke by my damn self
Would it be too much to ask for you to be a man?
And if you ever got mad would you cause me pain?
Would you call me sweet things 'cause I'm your babygirl?
Would I be your whole wide world?
Would I be the apple of your eye?
Would you ever want to make me cry?
If you really want me by your side
Tell me, how hard would you try?
Don't get mad 'cause I'm asking 21 questions
I've learned my lesson before and I need to know
Boy...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[50 cent]
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
[Monica]
Could you love me when im chillin'?
Could you love me when I fuss?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
50 Cent-
New York City,
You are now ridin'
Wit 50 Cent,
Ya gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy, shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with them answers babe
-Nate Dogg-
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
(Girl...)
-50 Cent-
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter-century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a Hoopty from a Benz,
Would you poof and disappear, like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap to chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I was flip burgers in Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feeling me?
In the bed, if I use my tongue would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
Now we can have a little drink, you know a Nightcap
And we can go do what you like, I know you like that
-Nate Dogg-
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
(Girl...)
-50 Cent-
Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thugging?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you twenty-one questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you're a blessing
Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at you tryin'a figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said "It waan't me"
Would you believe me?
Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond?
If that's all it takes for you to be gone
We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style
I'll say anything to make you smile
-Nate Dogg-
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
(Girl...)
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
(music continues...then fades)
DEBRECA
21 QUESTIONS
ladies and gentelmen u r now rockin with debreca
i aint lookin 4 no superman dat will try n save me
i juss want u to be mah baby
ur sexy style got me goin crazy
i wanna feel ur body layin next to me
i can give u what u want, need and dream
ill take care of u n fulfill ur
Baltimo' City, New York City
You are now rockin' to the sounds of ya girl Little Mo
You can't hate on me
Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride
Shot gun in ya 7-45
Oh baby you know I got ya back, and I need to feel you
next to me
We got a baby and you know that I
would have another, man I want ur child
Sometimes I really wanna cry, cuz the love is so good
Boy, if you really love me now
Can we walk down the aisle?
Cuz you, know I'm gonna hold you down
Cuz when you was down and out
I was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you
If you fell off tomorrow you could stay at my crib
If you didn't smell so good I still would have ur kid
If you got locked up I'd put money on ur books
I'd marry you through congical visits and it'd be off
the hook
You could still keep the hoopty if you couldn't cop a
Benz
Boy I'd never dip out like some of ur friends
If the boys try to get you I'd be by ur side
You might flee if I'm set it off and you know I'll
ride
If you gotta peel a cap baby, do it papi
And if a chick wanna a piece of me I know you got me
You have to work at Mciedie's or Burger King I'd be
there for you cuz I know we gotta eat
I ain't got too many friends, you know that bay
If you use ur tongue baby I'll behave
You know I don't drink cuz I wanna have ur baby
Cuz I'm ur girl and them other chicks is maybe
Boy, if you really love me now
Can we walk down the aisle?
Cuz you know I'm gonna hold you down
Cuz when you was down and out
I was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you
If you only knew how I feel
Boy you would know that my love is for real
21 answers to the questions you got
I'll always love you if you got money or not, oh
If you only knew how I feel
Boy you would know that my love is for real
21 answers to the questions you got
I'll always love you if you got money or not, oh
Boy, if you really love me now
Can we walk down the aisle?
Cuz you know I'm gonna hold you down
Cuz when you was down and out
I was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you
[Intro]
G-g-g G Unit!
50 Cent
Shady
Aftermath
The Dream Team
We gotta get the "Get Well" cards
Niggas is sick
Feel this
Motion picture shit
Hahahaha
[Freestyle]
Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular
I got a P90 Ruger, gonna pop at ya
Catch ya slippin', I'mma give ya what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
You never had a hot gun on your waste and blood on your shoe
'Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through, what I been through
You not like me and I'm not like you
I'm like an animal with it when I spit it, it's crazy
Got semi-autos and put holes in niggas tryna play me
One shot is not enough, you need at least an uzi to move me
After four bottles of "Don," the kid start feelin' woozie
I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can't move me
I find my space at the top
I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me
I murder you, spit shells at your convertible
Lotus, you notice
Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door
This is war
You scared of me, you not prepared for me
The kid is back, 50 Cent
I know you like that, yea I know you like that
yeah, lets take em' back, uh-huh
comin up i was confused, my momma kissin a girl
confusion occurs comin up in a cold world
daddy aint around, prolly out commitin' felonies
my favorite rapper use to sing check check out my melody
i wanna live good so should i sell dope
for a four finger ring and one of them gold ropes
nana told me if i passed id get a sheepskin coat
if i could move a few packs id get the hat, now that would be dope
tossed and turned in my sleep that night,
woke up the next mornin' niggas had stole my bike
diferent day same shit aint nothin good in the hood
i run away from this bitch and never come back if i could
(50 Cent & Game)
hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop
go head envy me, im raps mvp
and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me
hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop
go head envy me, im raps mvp
and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me
g-g-g-g-g- G-Unit
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon it's hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Its beutiful how you walki cant take no shame in lookn cause u be a hot mama cooknlet me just say u gots it goodu be stupid fly and wanted by da brothersin da hood
RELEASE
ALBUMS
- Get Busy
- Double Up
- Murder One
- Riot (remix)
- O.J.
- I Ain't Gonna Lie
- Complicated
- You a Killer? Cool
- Remain Calm
- Can't Help Myself
- When I Pop the Trunk
- Planet 50
- Swag Level
- Lay Down (Smoked)
- All His Love
- Body on It
- Niggas Be Schemin'
- Queens, NY
- I Just Wanna
- Shootin' Guns
- Put Ya Hands Up
- Wait Until Tonight
- You Took My Heart
- Off & On
- Nah Nah Nah
- Stop Cryin'
- Outro (skit)
- I Get It In (Engineerz Rmx Prod: By PK)
- Try Me (Rick Ross Diss)
- In God We Trust
- Shut Ur Bloodclot Mouth
- I'm A Hurt You
- Fully Load Clip
- Play This On The Radio
- Lloyd Banks M.B.A.M
- Lloyd Banks Holy Matrimony
- Lloyd Banks Mind On Murder
- What Up Blood (Engineerz Rmx Prod Pete Twist)
- Heartless Monster
- Crack A Bottle Feat Eminem & Dr. Dre
- Back Down (Engineerz Rmx Prod: Pete Twist)
- I'll Be The Shooter Lloyd Bank & Tony Yayo (Officer Ricky's Done)
- Intro
- What Up Gangsta
- Patiently Waiting
- Many Men (Wish Death)
- In da Club
- High All the Time
- Heat
- If I Can't
- Blood Hound
- Back Down
- P.I.M.P.
- Like My Style
- Poor Lil' Rich
- 21 Questions
- Don't Push Me
- Gotta Make It to Heaven
- Wanksta
- U Not Like Me
- Life's on the Line
- Intro
- Hip Hop
- If Dead Men Can Talk
- Illest
- Gangster Music
- Move
- Follow Me
- 300 Shots
- Ain't Rich, Stop Lying
- Just Fucking Around
- Smoke This
- 50 Shot Ya
- Pee Wee Herman
- Crazy
- London London
- What You Know
- Tipsy
- Give It to Me
- The Invitation
- Then Days Went By
- Death to My Enemies
- So Disrespectful
- Psycho (feat. Eminem)
- Hold Me Down
- Crime Wave
- Stretch
- Strong Enough
- Get It Hot
- Gangsta's Delight
- I Got Swag
- Baby by Me (feat. Ne-Yo)
- Do You Think About Me
- OK, You're Right
- Could've Been You (feat. R. Kelly)
- Flight 187
- Baby by Me (feat. Jovan Dais)
- Man's World
- I Line Niggas
- Talking in Codes
- OK, Ya Right
- Redrum (Murder)
- C.R.E.A.M. 2009
- I'll Do Anything
- London Girl
- Better Come on Your A Game
- Get the Message
- Cocaine (feat. Robin Thicke)
- I Gotta Win
- Mixtape Outro
- I'm Rising to the Top
- Moon Man
- My Heart
- Don't Stop 50's Music
- Before I Let Go
- Thanks a Lot
- This Is for You
- When I Get Out
- I Wanna Be Your Favorite
- That Girl
- Cruising Music
- My Name Ring Bells
- Hip Hop Is Dead (intro)
- Hip-Hop (Dissin' Diddy)
- Serial Killer
- Watch Yo Back
- 50 Cent (skit)
- Diddy New Shit
- Get Down (Dissin' Diddy)
- Don't Front
- Girl Gimme Yo Number
- Superstar
- LL (remix)
- I Got Hoes
- Mind Sex
- Puppy Love
- Drunk Diddy (outro)
- 50 Cent (intro)
- Southside
- G Unit in the House
- Ching Ching Ching
- You Heard Me
- Freestyle
- Get Slapped
- Fuck Wid Me
- Follow Me Gangsta
- Freestyle
- Ghetto Quaran
- If I Could Do
- Minds Playin Tricks on Me
- Soldier
- After My Cheddar
- Kweli
- Freestyle
- The World
- How to Rob an Industry Nigga
- Freestyle
- You Should Be Here
- Slow Doe
- Gangsta'd Up
- C.R.E.A.M. Freestyle
- The Glow (First Song Ever)
- Hit Em Up
- Its 50 Mutha Fucka
- Let That Shit Play
- Enuff Is Enuff
- Freestyle
- Rockwilder
- Doowop Freestyle
- Evil Mad Man Do
- 99 Sh*t
- Dat Aint Gangsta
- You Aint No Gangsta
- Somethin New
- Round Here
- Say What You Want
- Sh*t Is Real
- Gunrunner
- Niggaz Betta Move
- Blind Man
- Get Off Me
- Last Chance
- Misdemeanors
- Paper Chaser
- Nah
- 5 Heartbeats
- Nightmare (Verse)
- [untitled]
- [untitled]
- Dealin' W/50 (feat. G Unit)
- Window Shopper (feat. Murda Mase)
- 50 Cent Just Fucking Around (feat. G Unit)
- Surrounded by Hoes (feat. G Unit)
- What's Up Nigga (skit)
- G Unit Soldiers (feat. G Unit)
- Best Friend (feat. Olivia)
- Call Me (feat. G Unit)
- Clue 50 (feat. G Unit)
- A Lil Bit of Everything U.T.P. (feat. G Unit)
- G Unit That's What's Up! (feat. G Unit)
- In Da House
- 50/Banks (feat. G Unit)
- They Don't Brother Me (feat. Murda Mase, Young Buck & Spider Loc)
- Bump Dat Street Mix (feat. G Unit)
- Got Me a Bottle (feat. G Unit)
- U Should Be Here (feat. G Unit)
- Smoke This MF (skit)
- Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit! (feat. G Unit)
- Kamikazi (feat. Murda Mase)
- Bad News (feat. G Unit)
- The Banks Workout (feat. G Unit)
- Tony Yayo Explosion (feat. G Unit)
- 50/Hit (medley)
- Straight to the Bank
- Fully Loaded Clip
- Get Down (feat. Hot Rod & Tony Yayo)
- Funeral Music
- Why You Lookin'?
- Amusement Park
- Pimpin'
- Smile for Me
- Rowdy Rowdy
- Straight Murder (feat. Prodigy)
- Officer Down (feat. Kardinal Offishall)
- 2 Step Remix (feat. Sky Balla)
- Ayo Technology (Timbaland remix) (feat. Justin Timberlake)
- Follow My Lead (feat. Robin Thicke)
- Part Time Lover
- What Do You Got (feat. Eminem)
- Mama Africa (feat. Akon)
- We on Some Shit
- Don't Turn the Lights Off (feat. Hot Rod)
- Don't Want to Talk About It
- Smile (I'm Leavin')
- I Get Money (remix) (feat. Ludacris)
- I Get Money (1, 2, 3 remix) (feat. P.Diddy & Jay-Z)
- Southside (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks)
- Straight 2 the Bank, Part 2 (feat. Hot Rod)
- WW II Freestyle (feat. Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Lloyd Banks & Mobb Deep)
- Queens (feat. Ll Cool J, Mobb Deep, Kool G Rap & Tony Yayo)
- Billions
- I Got Hoes (feat. Hot Rod)
- Infrared (feat. AB)
- So Serious
- Coke Life
- Ayo Technology (feat. Justin Timberlake)
- Intro
- My Gun Go Off
- Man Down
- I'll Still Kill (feat. Akon)
- I Get Money
- Come & Go
- Ayo Technology (feat. Justin Timberlake & Timbaland)
- Follow My Lead (feat. Robin Thicke)
- Movin On Up
- Straight to the Bank
- Amusement Park
- Fully Loaded Clip
- Peep Show (feat. Eminem)
- Fire (feat. Young Buck & Nicole Scherzinger)
- All of Me (feat. Mary J. Blige)
- Curtis 187
- Touch the Sky (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Intro
- In My Hood
- This Is 50
- I'm Supposed to Die Tonight
- Piggy Bank
- Gatman and Robbin' (feat. Eminem)
- Candy Shop (feat. Olivia)
- Outta Control
- Get in My Car
- Ski Mask Way
- A Baltimore Love Thing
- Ryder Music
- Disco Inferno
- Just a Lil Bit
- Gunz Come Out
- My Toy Soldier (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Position of Power
- Build You Up (feat. Jamie Foxx)
- God Gave Me Style
- So Amazing (feat. Olivia)
- I Don't Need 'Em
- Hate It or Love It (G-Unit remix) (feat. The Game, Tony Yayo, Young Buck & Lloyd Banks)
- MTV Intro
- Green Lantern
- Elementry
- Fat Bitch
- Banks Victory
- Back Seat (feat. Tony Yayo)
- After My Chedda
- Soldier
- E.M.S.
- G-Unit Skit
- Say What U Want
- Clue Shit!
- Funk Flex
- Whoo Kid
- Scarlet Skit
- Part 2 & Bum Heads
- G-Unit (feat. U.T.P.)
- Wanksta
- Star & Buc Outro
- U Dont Know (feat. Eminem, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Cashis)
- The Rotten Apple
- I Got Hoes (Prod by Whoo Kid & Dirty T)
- Gimme Your Number (feat. Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks & Hot Rod)
- I Run Hip Hop Get Down (Dissin Puff Daddy)
- Get Down (Dissin Puff Daddy, Part 2) (feat. Tony Yayo)
- London London
- Ghetto Superstar
- Turn the Mic Up
- Ill Make a Move Out Em
- Last 2 Laugh
- Straight Murda
- I Don't Fuck Wit U
- I'm a Ryder
- Stop the Crying
- My Angel
- I Warned You
- Simply the Best, Part 1
- Simply the Best, Part 2
- NY 2 Compton (remix)
- Why You Looking Like That
- Old School Freestyle #1
- Old School Freestyle #2
- Old School Freestyle #3
- Old School Freestyle #4
- It Aint Safe No More
- Watch Yo Back (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Bitch Get Off Me (feat. Lloyd Banks & Mobb Deep)
- The King of New York
- Do a Little Sumthin
- Been Around the World (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Turn Off the Lights
- I Got Cha Open
- Dissin Dipset Game
- [untitled]
- [untitled]
- Rich - Dont Call Me
- Officer Down
- [unknown]
- Maybe We Crazy
- When You Hear That
- I'm a Rider
- Simply the Best
- Pimpin', Part 2
- Why They Look Like That
- Come and Get You
- I Warned You
- I Run NY (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Grew Up
- South Side
- Hit You Up (feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
- G-Unit Radio (feat. Whoo Kid)
- Get Rich or Die Tryin (Movie Trailer)
- Legend
- 1998 Freestyle
- Look What You Made Me Do
- I Wanted a Drop
- You Ain't No Gangsta
- Heatwave
- Follow Me
- The Hit
- I'm a Hustler
- Gun Runner
- Usual Suspects (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Cream (remix)
- 50 Shot Ya
- Live Like a Soldier
- Surrounded by Hoes
- No Introduction (feat. G-Unit)
- Crazy
- Bad Newz (feat. G-Unit)
- That's What's Up (feat. G-Unit)
- Grand Theft
- Realest (feat. Biggie & Eminem)
- In the House (feat. G-Unit)
- 8 Mile Freestyle (feat. G-Unit)
- Motion Picture
- Soldier (feat. G-Unit) (remix)
- Gangsta Music
- Illest
- Guns 4 Sale
- Right Thurr (feat. Young Buck) (remix)
- Move (feat. Lloyd Banks)
- Wnta Mixtape Radio Concert Intro
- The Realest Niggas (feat. Notorious B.I.G.)
- Realest Killas (feat. 2Pac)
- Check It (feat. Sean Paul)
- Who You Rep Wit (feat. Nas)
- Be a Gentleman
- Bump Dat
- Too Hot (feat. Nas)
- Heatwave (feat. N.O.R.E.)
- The Blast (feat. G-Unit) (Freestyle)
- Your After My Chedda (feat. G-Unit)
- Lifes on the Line (Wnta remix)
- If I Could Go (feat. G-Unit) (Freestyle)
- We Run the Streets (feat. G-Unit)
- How to Rob (feat. The Mad Rapper)
- Whats Poppin (feat. Cocoa Brovaz)
- Magic Stick (feat. Lil' Kim)
- Baby Phat (feat. G-Unit) (Freestyle)
- Fuck You
- Thug Love (feat. Beyoncé)
- Label Beef (Interlude)
- Get on Your Knees (feat. G-Unit)
- P.I.M.P. (remix) (feat. Snoop Dogg)
- Still Ridin (feat. Brooklyn)
- 50 Shot Ya
- Back Seat (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Rotten Apple
- Jerk (feat. Next)
- Good Die Young (Wnta remix)
- 50 Is Changin the Game (Interlude)
- Order of Protection (feat. G-Unit)
- Hail Mary 03 (feat. Eminem & Busta Rhymes)
- Outro-(Closing Words by 50)
- Woah
- Fuck You (remix)
- Heatwave (feat. Cnn)
- Rowdy Rowdy
- Freestyle (Cream)
- How U Gonna Take This
- Tired of Being Broke (feat. Produc)
- Speak Clearly (feat. Suspectz)
- Round Here
- Evil That Men Do (feat. Mic G)
- Freestyle (feat. Ali Vegas)
- Now (feat. Pdap)
- Bring It All to Me (remix) (feat. 50 Cent)
- You Know Whats Up (remix)
- I Like What You Do (feat. So Plush)
- How to Rob (feat. Madd Rapper) (Dissin Everyone)
- I'm Not Rich and Still Lying (Dissin The Game)
- Officer Ricky (Dissin Rick Ross, DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne)
- Piggy Bank (Dissin Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Shyne, Nas)
- So Disrespectful (Dissin Jay Z, Game, Young Buck)
- Hail Mary (feat. Eminem & Busta Rhymes) (Dissin Ja Rule)
- Funeral Music (Dissin Cam'ron)
- Run NY (feat. Tony Yayo) (Dissin D Block, Ja Rule, Fat Joe)
- The Bomb (Dissin Diddy)
- Hollow Thru Him (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) (Dissin Fat Joe)
- I Smell Pussy (feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) (Dissin Ja Rule, Murder Inc)
- Stop Crying (Dissin Young Buck, The Game)
- Tia Told Me (Dissin Rick Ross)
- Part Time Lover (Dissin Lil Wayne)
- Play This on the Radio (Dissin Oprah, Jay-Z, Lil Wayne)
- Bump Heads (feat. Eminem, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) (Ja Rule Diss)
- Im Leaving (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) (Dissin Fat Joe)
- Ill Be the Shooter (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) (Dissin Rick Ross)
- 5 Heartbeats (feat. Tony Yayo) (Dissin Jadakiss, Nas, Fat Joe, Ja Rule, Cam'ron)
- Strong Enough (Dissin The Game, Young Buck)
- You So Tough (Dissin T.I.)
- We On Some Shit (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) (Dissin Fat Joe, Cam'ron)
- Southside (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) (Dissin Irv Gotti, Jimmy Ivine)
- Be a Gentleman (Dissin Jay-Z)
- Life's on the Line (Dissin Ja Rule)
- Bad Newz (feat. G-Unit)
- 50 Shot Ya
- Keepin' It Hood (feat. Playaz Circle)
- In da Hood (feat. Brooklyn)
- Hole in Ya Back
- Stick Up
- Bump Dat
- I'm Grimey
- Corner Bodega
- 8 More Miles
- How to Rob
- Wanna Lick (feat. Lil' Kim)
- Southside a.k.a. Fuck da Hood
- Paul Rosenberg & Benzino Convo
- Long Kiss Goodnight (Ron G exclusive)
- I Like the Way She Do It
- True Loyalty (feat. Lloyd Banks)
- You Got to Be Crazy (feat. G-Unit)
- Hate It or Love It (G-Unit remix)
- Baby If You Give It to Me
- P.I.M.P., Part 2
- Rowdy Rowdy
- 300 Shots
- Robbery (feat. G-Unit)
- Just a Touch
- Get That Money (feat. G-Unit & UTP)
- Porno Star (feat. Lloyd Banks & Whoo Kid)
- Slow Doe
- Backseat
- Starbuck
- Fuck You
- G-Unit
- U Got to Be Crazy
- I Smell Pussy
- Hail Mary
- 21 Questions
- Wanksta
- If You Want It
- The Good Die Young
- The Heatwave
- Rowdy Rowdy
- U Not Like Me
- You No Gangsta
- All Eye's Me
- Everything Is Alright
- The World
- Get Out the Club
- That Aint Gangsta 2002
- Whoo Kid Freestyle
- Like My Style
- P.I.M.P. (remix)
- Just Fucking Around
- That's What's Up!
- A Lil Bit of Everything U.T.P.
- Bump Dat Street Mix
- Surrounded by Hoes
- Bad News
- Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit
- Soldiers
- Tony Yayo Explosion
- Clue/50
- U Should Be Here
- The Banks Workout
- 50/Banks
- Call Me
- Cut Master C Shit
- Got Me a Bottle
- Cut Master C Shit
- Got Me a Bottle
- 50/Banks
- Call Me
- The Banks Workout
- U Should Be Here
- Soldiers
- Tony Yayo Explosion
- Clue/50
- Kayslay Shit!
- Bad News
- Surrounded by Hoes
- A Lil Bit of Everything U.T.P.
- Bump That Street Mix
- Just Fucking Around
- That's What's Up!
- Wanksta (remix)
- Thats How We Get Down
- Like We Do
- Freestyle
- Surrounded
- Thicker Than Water
- Freestyle
- Surrounded by Hoes
- Thicker Then Water
- Ya Heard
- Ali
- [unknown]
- Reppin (remix)
- Riden
- Tired of Bein Broken
- Intro
- Wanksta
- In da Club
- 21 Questions
- Many Men
- P.I.M.P.
- Heat
- Stunt 101
- Poppin Them Thangs
- Wanne Get to Know You (feat. Joe)
- Ride With (feat. Joe and G-Unit)
- P.I.M.P. (uncensored version)
- Bonus Track 1
- Bonus Track 2
- Bonus Track 3
- Intro
- Collapse
- Bump Headz
- Gonna Be Alright
- Crazy
- Bitches Ain't Shit
- After My Chedda
- Eight More Miles
- Soldier
- Bump Headz Part 2
- Bump Dat
- Got Me a Bottle
- Doin' My Own Thang
- Cry Me a River (remix)
- Work It (remix)
- Mind Playin' Tricks
- If You Want It
- Deep Cover 2002
- Stay Gangstered Up
- You're Not Ready
- Riden
- Comforter
- (I Call the Shots) Round Here
- Be Here
- Ya Heard Me?
- Beef Wit Me?
- Intro
- Bang Bang
- Round Here
- In Da Hood
- Yayo
- U Remind Me of My Bitch
- Cross My Path / Whoo
- Skit 2
- If U Want It
- Bitches Ain't Shit
- Doing My Own Thing
- G-unit Anthem
- Shoot 'em Up (feat. Sean Paul)
- 8 More Miles
- The Good Die Young
- Ain't Gangsta
- Repercussion
- Ghetto Quran
- Power Of The Dollar
- That Gangsta Shit
- Hustler
- Money By Any Mean (feat. N.O.R.E.)
- Thug Love (feat. Beyoncé)
- What's Up (feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)
- Freestyle
- Corner Spot
- Get Out The Club
- Freestyle
- 50 Barz
- Gentlemen
- Rotten Apple
- Fuck You
- Blvd. Of Broken Dreams
- You Heard Me
- Hoodlumz - Who We Be
- Hoodlumz - G'd Up Freestyle
- Young Face - Outro
- Morning Show
- Skit #1
- Order of Protection
- Heat
- We Still Be Ridin'
- Skit #2
- I Smell Pussy
- We Got the Hood on Smash
- Skit #3
- If U Want It
- It's Like This and Like That
- Doin' My Own Thing
- G-unit Anthem
- 8 Mile Freestyle
- Real Rude Boyz
- What's Poppin'
- Stay Gangsta'd Up
- You're Not Ready
- Freestyle
- Heat
- The Realest Nigga (feat. Notorious B.I.G.)
- If I Can't (feat. Jay-Z) (remix)
- Power of the Dollar
- In da Club
- Wanksta
- Too Hot (feat. Nas & Nature)
- Who U Rep With (feat. Nas & Bravehearts)
- As the World Turns (feat. Too Short & UGK)
- U Not Like Me
- In Da Hood (feat. Brooklyn)
- Patiently Waiting (feat. Eminem)
- Back Down
- Check It (feat. Sean Paul)
- Your Life's on the Line
- Thug Love (feat. Eminem & Destiny's Child) (remix)
- Military Discipline (feat. G-Unit)
- Heat Ja Diss (feat. G-Unit)
- That's What's Up (feat. G-Unit)
- How to Rob a Industry Nigga (feat. Madd Rapper)
- Rotten Apple
- Till I Collapse
- 50 Shot Ya
- Bad News (feat. Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo)
- Places to Go
- Realest Niggaz (feat. Notorious B.I.G.)
- Dead Men Can't Talk
- Extasy (feat. Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo)
- Dem Nuh Ready (feat. Sean Paul)
- Da Hood (feat. Brooklyn)
- 8 More Mile (feat. Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo) (G-Unit remix)
- Gunit Anthem (feat. Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo)
- In Da Club
- Back Down
- True Loyalty (feat. Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo)
- P.I.M.P. (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Remix)
- Realest Killers (feat. 2pac)
- 21 Questions (feat. Nate Dogg)
- Hail Mary (feat. Eminem and Busta Rhymes)
- Bump Heads (feat. Eminem, Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo)
- Your Life's on the Line
- The Good Die Young
- Da Heatwave (feat. Noreaga)
- How to Rob (feat. the Madd Rapper)
- Watch What U Say
- Rowdy Rowdy
- Thug Love (feat. Destiny's Child)
- I'm a Hustler
- Power of the Dollar
- Ghetto Quran
- The Hit (Money Makes the World)
- That Ain't Gangsta
- The Repercussions
- You No Gangsta
- Money by Any Means
- Slow Doe
- Wankster
- My Nigga
- Work It (Remix)
- Places to Go
- Freestyle 187
- Tainted
- Gun Traffic
- Freestyle
- Freestyle Who Shot Ya
- Freestyle You, Me Him & Her
- Wanksta
- Elementry
- Intrelude
- After My Chedda
- Freestyle I Need a Girl
- Freestyle Live My Life
- Freestyle
- Banks Victory
- Freestyle Ching Ching
- Rap Game
- If Dead Man Can't Talk
- Wanksta
- Niggas
- Collapse
- Gangsta'd Up
- No 1 on 1
- 8 More Miles
- Video
- Banks Victory
- Bump Dat
- Fat Bitch
- After My Chedda
- You Should Be Here
- Soldier
- No Introduction
- In da Club
- Wangsta
- Guess Whos Back
- Soldier
- Kweli Freestyle
- Poison
- Interlude
- Just Be Friends
- Clue Freestyle
- Life's On The Line
- Who Shot Ya
- Little Bit of Everything (feat. UTP)
- Killer's Theme
- We Like It (feat. Tony Yayo)
- Got Me A Bottle
- Who We Rep With (feat. Nas and the Bravehearts)
- Interlude
- Hoes
- Interlude
- Bad Luck
- Shoutouts
- Stretch Armstrong Freestyle
- Exclusive
- Killa Tape, Part 2 (Freestyle)
- Rotten Apple
- Skit / Drop
- That's What's Up (feat. G-Unit)
- Bad News
- U Not Like Me
- 50 Bars
- We Don't Play That Pussy Shit
- Get Out the Club
- Fuck You
- Be a Gentlemen
- Life's on the Line
- Too Hot (feat. Nas & Nature)
- Who You Rep With (feat. Nas & The Bravehearts)
- Corner Bodega
- Ghetto Quaran
- As the World Turns (feat. UGK)
- Whoo Kid Freestyle
- Stretch Armstrong Freestyle
- Doo Wop Freestyle
- The Hit
- The Good Die Young
- Corner Bodega
- Life's on the Line
- That Ain't Gangsta
- Ghetto Quran
- Da Repercussions
- Make Money by Any Means
- Material Girl 2000
- Thug Love
- Slow Dough
- Gun Runners
- You Ain't Gangsta
- Power of the Dollar
- I'm a Hustler
- How to Rob
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50 Cent - We Up (ft. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd)
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- Duration: 3:41
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
New song by 50 Cent - We Up feat. Kendrick Lamar and Kidd Kidd. Official music video coming soon Listen on Soundcloud: http://thisis50.co/1b18js *** Download...
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50 Cent Says Mayweather Ducked Pacquiao
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- Duration: 11:37
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson talks about his relationship with Floyd Mayweather Jr., Mayweather ducking Manny Pacquiao, what boxing could learn from MMA and his ...
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50 Cent - In Da Club
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- Duration: 4:10
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Music video by 50 Cent performing In Da Club. (C) 2003 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records.
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50 Cent - My Life ft. Eminem, Adam Levine
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- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Buy Now! http://smarturl.it/50MyLife Music video by 50 Cent performing My Life ft. Eminem & Adam Levine. © 2012 Interscope.
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(Almost) 50 Minutes With 50 Cent
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- Duration: 44:16
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
In this exclusive interview, rapper and entrepreneur Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson talks to the Wall Street Journal's Lee Hawkins about his evolution as an artist...
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50 Cent Says He Would Fight Flo Rida & Speaks On SMS Boxing Promotions On Fox 5 NY
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- Duration: 2:05
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
50 Cent is a hip hop superstar and a successful entrepreneur. Now he is hoping for a knockout in the ring. "Me, I just love the sport so it's exciting to be ...
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HYPETRAK TV: 50 Cent - Cut From A Different Cloth (Part 1)
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- Duration: 3:27
- Updated: 06 Mar 2013
Curtis Jackson, better known to the world as 50 Cent, does not need any kind of introduction. Ever since his immensely successful debut album Get Rich Or Die...
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Westwood - 50 Cent & G-Unit UK tour 2004
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- Duration: 12:59
- Updated: 06 Mar 2013
50 Cent & G-Unit hit the UK heavy at Rockingham racetrack Northamptonshire & hang out with Westwood ahead of their live concert.
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Major Distribution (Explicit)
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- Duration: 4:24
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Music video by 50 Cent performing Major Distribution (Explicit).
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Making The Rounds: 50 Cent's Future
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- Duration: 1:14
- Updated: 06 Mar 2013
Brian Campbell and Jim Basquil discuss what to expect next from deposed featherweight titlist Billy Dib and promoter 50 Cent.
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50 Cent - Candy Shop ft. Olivia
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- Duration: 4:11
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Music video by 50 Cent performing Candy Shop. (C) 2005 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records.
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50 CENT DOESN'T THINK FLOYD MAYWEATHER JR. FULFILLS 6 FIGHT CONTRACT
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- Duration: 3:33
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
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50 Cent - Financial Freedom (Official Music Video)
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- Duration: 3:33
- Updated: 05 Mar 2013
50 Cent - Financial Freedom (Official Music Video). Uploaded by 50CentMusic on Feb 08, 2013. This was inspired by 10years anniversary of GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN I wrote the song so everytime i hear it it reminds me of it. I wrote it the day before yesterday shot yesterday it took me longer to find the beat than to actually write it. I didnt shoot the 3rd verse for you to focus on the lyrics. no GIRLS, no JEWELRY, RAW ENERGY , its just me check it out produced by Buck Wild @TheRealBuckwild. 50 Cent ...
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50 Cent - Many Men (Wish Death) (Dirty Version)
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- Duration: 5:00
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Music video by 50 Cent performing Many Men (Wish Death). (C) 2003 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records.
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50 Cent Talks About Lil Wayne Saying He Slept With Chris Bosh's Wife, Ja Rule And More
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- Duration: 11:18
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
AUDIO! G-Unit General, Hip Hop Heavyweight & the boss man himself, 50 Cent called in to Shade 45 speak with DJ Whoo Kid. Luckily over here at RadioPlanet.tv ...
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Bow Wow Interviews 50 Cent, Respects Him and Sees Him as A Legend and Inspiration in Hip-Hop
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- Duration: 8:02
- Updated: 02 Mar 2013
Bow Wow is one of the Biggest fan of 50 Cent. Finaly gets to interview him and talks about all the moments that happened in 2003 when Get Rich or Die Tryin' ...
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50 Cent's Take on Boxing & why Mayweather "Ducked" Pacquiao
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- Duration: 4:16
- Updated: 05 Mar 2013
Rapper 50 Cent joins the First Take debate desk to discuss his relationship with Floyd Mayweather Jr. and his thoughts on why Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao h...
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Star: 50 Cent Won't Let G-Unit Reunion Happen
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- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 06 Mar 2013
http://www.vladtv.com/ - Famed New York DJ Star, of "Star & Buc Wild," shares his thoughts on the alleged G-Unit reunion that Game is trying to petition, say...
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50 Cent Talks Mayweather Beef & How It Started!
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- Duration: 8:17
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
50 Cent reveals his favorite collaboration with Eminem and talks music that hasn't been heard.
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50 cent talks Floyd Mayweather, state of boxing on Sportscenter
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- Duration: 5:57
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
Feb. 28, 2013 Hip hop artist / boxing promoter Curtis 50 cent Jackson speaks on the boxing business , Floyd Mayweather jr, and Manny Pacquiao live in the Spo...
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French Montana addresses his "Beef" with 50 Cent & More!
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- Duration: 4:23
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
French Montana drops by Angie and talks about 50 Cent Beef, badboy, marriage & More Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HOT...
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50 Cent - 21 Questions ft. NATE DOGG
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- Duration: 4:20
- Updated: 08 Mar 2013
Music video by 50 Cent performing 21 Questions. (C) 2003 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records.
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ShamaTv: Rapper and Mogul 50 Cent on Entrepreneurship, Courage and Making It Big
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- Duration: 11:44
- Updated: 01 Mar 2013
Subscribe: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=shamatv http://Shama.TV Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson opens up to Shama about his career, his new b...
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Eminem Surprises 50 Cent Show Live @ SXSW
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- Duration: 16:08
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
50 Cent and Eminem perform "In Da Club," "Patiently Waiting," "21 Questions" and "Crack a Bottle" live at the SXSW Shady 2.0 Showcase. Subscribe to Fuse for more live music: bit.ly For more from Fuse, follow us here too Web: fuse.tv Twitter twitter.com Facebook: www.facebook.com
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50 Cent (Live) - No Fear, No Mercy Tour
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- Duration: 22:53
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
Live Performances during the No Fear, No Mercy European Tour. Sep 14, 2003 - Oct 9, 2003.
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50 Cent Ft G Unit PIMP Live at MTV Awards 2003
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- Duration: 6:41
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
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50 Cent ft Eminem - Patiently Waiting (live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:42
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
Get Rich Or Die Tryin
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_ft_Eminem_Patiently_Waiting_live
50 Cent - Amusement Park (live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:12
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
50 Cent - Amusement Park (live)
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_Amusement_Park_live
50 Cent Live "Disco Inferno" With Lloyd Banks - www.thisis50.com
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:26
- Updated: 14 Feb 2013
50 Cent Live with Lloyd Banks!!! Go to 50's official website : www.thisis50.com Thanks For Watching.
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_Live_Disco_Inferno_With_Lloyd_Banks_wwwthisis50com
50 Cent live Mob Deep Tony Yayo G Unit
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:01
- Updated: 30 Jan 2013
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_live_Mob_Deep_Tony_Yayo_G_Unit
50 Cent - My Life ft. Eminem, Adam Levine
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
Buy Now! smarturl.it Music video by 50 Cent performing My Life ft. Eminem & Adam Levine. © 2012 Interscope
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_My_Life_ft_Eminem,_Adam_Levine
50 Cent - Back Down (live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:04
- Updated: 12 Feb 2013
Classic track off the 5 Mic classic cd "Get Rich Or Die Tryin" www.thisis50.com
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_Back_Down_live
50 Cent and Lil Kim Perform 'Magic Stick' Live For First Time Ever In Australia
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:27
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
50 Cent brought out Lil Kim last night (Australian Time) on stage during his performance in Perth. They performed Magic Stick together for the first time ever! + perform 'Better Walk' Live with Kidd Kidd a Thisis50 exclusive video! www.Thisis50.com http www.twitter.com
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_and_Lil_Kim_Perform_'Magic_Stick'_Live_For_First_Time_Ever_In_Australia
Eminem - Live In New York
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 78:46
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
• Evil Deeds • Mosh • Business • Rain Man • Ass Like That • Puke • Kill You • Like Toy Soldiers • Git Up • How Come • Rock Star • 40 Oz • My Band • Stan • The Way I Am • Just Don't Give a Fuck • Got Some Teeth • Stay 'Bout It (Aqua) • The Set Up • Like Dat • Cleanin' Out My Closet • Mockingbird • Just Lose It • Lose Yourself This music is not owned or written by me. Also this video is not owned by me. It is owned by the Aftermath Label. I am just posting on behalf the public to watch these concerts.
http://de.wn.com/Eminem_Live_In_New_York
![50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) [VO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20130309001244im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/UcJl6ITKzPw/default.jpg "50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) [VO]")
50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) [VO]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:47
- Updated: 16 Feb 2013
(More information here en.wikipedia.org ) 50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line 1999 A music video of the song exists, which is the only song in the album which has a music video accompanied with it, despite not being a single. Along with "Rowdy Rowdy", it is one of the two music videos made before he was shot, which was 2 days before filming the music video for "Thug Love". The video starts with saying how the video got missing, but then later found, then shows 50 Cent rapping in various areas of New York City, including showing him get arrested and rapping while in the police car. The video features rappers Tony Yayo, Bang 'Em Smurf & Two Five.
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_Your_Life's_on_the_Line_Ja_Rule_Diss_VO_
Eminem,50 Cent,D12 - Rap Game live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:11
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
live performance from Eminem, D12 and 50 Cent please post a comment
http://de.wn.com/Eminem,50_Cent,D12_Rap_Game_live
50 cent - Baby By Me Live at X factor - Italy HQ
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:25
- Updated: 30 Jan 2013
50 cent - Baby By Me X factor - Italy Before I Self Destruct HQ
http://de.wn.com/50_cent_Baby_By_Me_Live_at_X_factor_Italy_HQ
50 Cent & G Unit - Wanksta (live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:41
- Updated: 14 Feb 2013
50 Cent & G Unit - Wanksta (live)
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_G_Unit_Wanksta_live
50 Cent Live in Paris France - Amusement Park - 8/07/07
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:00
- Updated: 09 Feb 2013
OFFICIAL Music Video of 50 Cent live in Paris, France at l'Olympia with Tony Yayo 50cent.skyblog.com myspace.com/50cent www.50cent.com
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_Live_in_Paris_France_Amusement_Park_8_07_07
Eminem,D12,50 Cent- Rap game (live at Detroit)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:10
- Updated: 08 Feb 2013
a good song,listen it
http://de.wn.com/Eminem,D12,50_Cent_Rap_game_live_at_Detroit
50Cent - In Da Club Live Miam
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:33
- Updated: 12 Feb 2013
50Cent - In Da Club Live Miam
http://de.wn.com/50Cent_In_Da_Club_Live_Miam
50 Cent x Eminem - Till I Collapse Remix (Live @ SXSW - Austin - 2012)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:38
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
50 Cent and Eminem performing 'Till I Collapse' remix live at SXSW in Austin, Texas this past Friday March 16th 2012 for the Shady 2.0 showcase. They also performed: 50 Cent x Eminem - Patiently Waiting: www.youtube.com Additional footage curtesy of FUSE TV a www.Thisis50.com video http www.twitter.com 50 Cent x Eminem - Till I Collapse Remix (Live @ SXSW - Austin - 2012) 50 Cent x Eminem - Till I Collapse Remix (Live @ SXSW - Austin - 2012) 50 Cent x Eminem - Till I Collapse Remix (Live @ SXSW - Austin - 2012)
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_x_Eminem_Till_I_Collapse_Remix_Live_@_SXSW_Austin_2012
50 Cent - Amusement Park LIVE LEGENDADO (by:YMIB)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:12
- Updated: 14 Feb 2013
50 Cent - Amusement Park LIVE LEGENDADO (by:YMIB)
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_Amusement_Park_LIVE_LEGENDADO_byYMIB
The Game - How We Do feat. 50 Cent (Live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:19
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
The Game - How We Do (live) feat. 50 Cent [MTV TRL SHOW]
http://de.wn.com/The_Game_How_We_Do_feat_50_Cent_Live
Nicole Scherzinger feat. 50 Cent - Right There (Live on Ellen DeGeneres) HD
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:46
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
Nicole Scherzinger performing live with 50 Cent - RIGHT THERE @ Ellen Nicole, now a solo artist, released Killer Love in Europe and is now a judge on the US X-Factor is on the go and promoting her first US single Right There from the US version of Killer Love (album). Please comment, rate, favourite and SUBSCRIBE for more HD videos! Thank you PCDmusicTV
http://de.wn.com/Nicole_Scherzinger_feat_50_Cent_Right_There_Live_on_Ellen_DeGeneres_HD
50 Cent - 21 Questions Live ( Legendado ) HD
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:33
- Updated: 15 Feb 2013
21 Questions Live ( Legendado ) HD Legendado por RENAN RENDUBS
http://de.wn.com/50_Cent_21_Questions_Live_Legendado_HD
16:08
Eminem Surprises 50 Cent Show Live @ SXSW
50 Cent and Eminem perform "In Da Club," "Patiently Waiting," "21 Questions" and "Crack a ...
published: 12 Apr 2012
author: fuse
Eminem Surprises 50 Cent Show Live @ SXSW
50 Cent and Eminem perform "In Da Club," "Patiently Waiting," "21 Questions" and "Crack a Bottle" live at the SXSW Shady 2.0 Showcase. Subscribe to Fuse for more live music: bit.ly For more from Fuse, follow us here too Web: fuse.tv Twitter twitter.com Facebook: www.facebook.com
published: 12 Apr 2012
views: 2983196
author:
fuse
22:53
50 Cent (Live) - No Fear, No Mercy Tour
Live Performances during the No Fear, No Mercy European Tour. Sep 14, 2003 - Oct 9, 2003....
published: 12 Apr 2012
author: DJPhilljp
50 Cent (Live) - No Fear, No Mercy Tour
Live Performances during the No Fear, No Mercy European Tour. Sep 14, 2003 - Oct 9, 2003.
published: 12 Apr 2012
views: 45001
author:
DJPhilljp
6:41
50 Cent Ft G Unit PIMP Live at MTV Awards 2003
...
published: 20 Jul 2009
author: 3xxANIMALxx3
50 Cent Ft G Unit PIMP Live at MTV Awards 2003
4:42
50 Cent ft Eminem - Patiently Waiting (live)
Get Rich Or Die Tryin...
published: 27 Aug 2009
author: PaperChaserDotCom
50 Cent ft Eminem - Patiently Waiting (live)
3:12
50 Cent - Amusement Park (live)
50 Cent - Amusement Park (live)...
published: 15 Jan 2010
author: Giorgi Alaverdashvili
50 Cent - Amusement Park (live)
3:26
50 Cent Live "Disco Inferno" With Lloyd Banks - www.thisis50.com
50 Cent Live with Lloyd Banks!!! Go to 50's official website : www.thisis50.com Thanks For...
published: 01 Jan 2008
author: Mishael92
50 Cent Live "Disco Inferno" With Lloyd Banks - www.thisis50.com
50 Cent Live with Lloyd Banks!!! Go to 50's official website : www.thisis50.com Thanks For Watching.
published: 01 Jan 2008
views: 1388171
author:
Mishael92
5:01
50 Cent live Mob Deep Tony Yayo G Unit
...
published: 20 Jul 2009
author: 3xxANIMALxx3
50 Cent live Mob Deep Tony Yayo G Unit
4:05
50 Cent - My Life ft. Eminem, Adam Levine
Buy Now! smarturl.it Music video by 50 Cent performing My Life ft. Eminem & Adam Levine. ©...
published: 27 Nov 2012
author: 50CentVEVO
50 Cent - My Life ft. Eminem, Adam Levine
Buy Now! smarturl.it Music video by 50 Cent performing My Life ft. Eminem & Adam Levine. © 2012 Interscope
published: 27 Nov 2012
views: 30147219
author:
50CentVEVO
2:04
50 Cent - Back Down (live)
Classic track off the 5 Mic classic cd "Get Rich Or Die Tryin" www.thisis50.com...
published: 18 Mar 2009
author: PaperChaserDotCom
50 Cent - Back Down (live)
Classic track off the 5 Mic classic cd "Get Rich Or Die Tryin" www.thisis50.com
published: 18 Mar 2009
views: 164262
author:
PaperChaserDotCom
3:27
50 Cent and Lil Kim Perform 'Magic Stick' Live For First Time Ever In Australia
50 Cent brought out Lil Kim last night (Australian Time) on stage during his performance i...
published: 17 Aug 2011
author: 50CentMusic
50 Cent and Lil Kim Perform 'Magic Stick' Live For First Time Ever In Australia
50 Cent brought out Lil Kim last night (Australian Time) on stage during his performance in Perth. They performed Magic Stick together for the first time ever! + perform 'Better Walk' Live with Kidd Kidd a Thisis50 exclusive video! www.Thisis50.com http www.twitter.com
published: 17 Aug 2011
views: 851173
author:
50CentMusic
78:46
Eminem - Live In New York
• Evil Deeds • Mosh • Business • Rain Man • Ass Like That • Puke • Kill You • Like Toy Sol...
published: 15 Apr 2012
author: EminemProof
Eminem - Live In New York
• Evil Deeds • Mosh • Business • Rain Man • Ass Like That • Puke • Kill You • Like Toy Soldiers • Git Up • How Come • Rock Star • 40 Oz • My Band • Stan • The Way I Am • Just Don't Give a Fuck • Got Some Teeth • Stay 'Bout It (Aqua) • The Set Up • Like Dat • Cleanin' Out My Closet • Mockingbird • Just Lose It • Lose Yourself This music is not owned or written by me. Also this video is not owned by me. It is owned by the Aftermath Label. I am just posting on behalf the public to watch these concerts.
published: 15 Apr 2012
views: 204688
author:
EminemProof
3:47
50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) [VO]
(More information here en.wikipedia.org ) 50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line 1999 A music v...
published: 27 Mar 2011
author: Fanoti
50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) [VO]
(More information here en.wikipedia.org ) 50 Cent - Your Life's on the Line 1999 A music video of the song exists, which is the only song in the album which has a music video accompanied with it, despite not being a single. Along with "Rowdy Rowdy", it is one of the two music videos made before he was shot, which was 2 days before filming the music video for "Thug Love". The video starts with saying how the video got missing, but then later found, then shows 50 Cent rapping in various areas of New York City, including showing him get arrested and rapping while in the police car. The video features rappers Tony Yayo, Bang 'Em Smurf & Two Five.
published: 27 Mar 2011
views: 1439336
author:
Fanoti
5:11
Eminem,50 Cent,D12 - Rap Game live
live performance from Eminem, D12 and 50 Cent please post a comment...
published: 30 Dec 2008
author: xxEMINEMistheBESTxx
Eminem,50 Cent,D12 - Rap Game live
live performance from Eminem, D12 and 50 Cent please post a comment
published: 30 Dec 2008
views: 419980
author:
xxEMINEMistheBESTxx
6:25
50 cent - Baby By Me Live at X factor - Italy HQ
50 cent - Baby By Me X factor - Italy Before I Self Destruct HQ...
published: 06 Dec 2009
author: HeatTeo
50 cent - Baby By Me Live at X factor - Italy HQ
50 cent - Baby By Me X factor - Italy Before I Self Destruct HQ
published: 06 Dec 2009
views: 88449
author:
HeatTeo
Vimeo results:
10:24
Eyes With Shit...(Eyes Wide Shut pastiche)
Eyes With Shit...(Eyes Wide Shut pastiche)
L’atemporalité psychédélique de la mouvance de...
published: 14 Nov 2009
author: Patrice De Bruyne
Eyes With Shit...(Eyes Wide Shut pastiche)
Eyes With Shit...(Eyes Wide Shut pastiche)
L’atemporalité psychédélique de la mouvance des corps dans une orgie, dépasse la sensualité dans le sexe crade...
J'ai de suite pensé en me réveillant que cette nouvelle journée serait extraordinaire.
Cette splendide érection matinale était le meilleur des présages.
En m'étirant et grognant d'aise, je me suis demandé si mon chat, habitué aux massages ciblés (visant à me réveiller efficacement... et, en dernière analyse, à obtenir sa gamelle), en était responsable, mais non ; quelque chose de tiède et d'humide, indéniablement, venait d'ensérer mon sexe : le corps encore chaud de Sabrina en voulait encore.
Sabrina n'a jamais été du matin... et encore moins du soir.
De toute façon, je ne peux pas affirmer avec certitude que Sabrina eut été... à un quelconque moment de la journée..., mais a-t-elle vraiment été un jour ?
Cette fois, je n'aurais pas à aller me soulager sous la douche.
Depuis que cinq sages indiens avaient envahi ma salle de bain et m'avaient fait découvrir les "mystères profonds du corps", j'essaie, dans la mesure du possible, d'éviter la pièce, histoire de laisser mon fondement cicatriser entre chaque initiation.
Prenant mon prépuce entre le pouce et l'index, Sabrina tire un grand coup dessus, puis y clampe une pince à linge pour gagner encore quelques centimètres de peau, son but secret étant de m'offrir le prépuce le plus long du monde pour l'utiliser comme un pull pour mes coucougnettes quand l'hiver rude finira par arriver sur mon sexe.
Je décide alors que ça suffit de jouer avec mes couilles... et je me rhabille, pour vite aller profiter du beau temps.
C'est dimanche, il fait magnifique, et il me semble entendre le doux murmure du vent apaiser mon gland endolori...
Les arbres, les fleurs et la nature entière m'appellent à la l'harmonie, je me laisse porter par mon inspiration et je note sur un mur blanc : "Vergers au matin, humides comme un baiser"...
Puis, comme à mon habitude, après avoir pissé sur le même arbre que la veille et la veille de la veille et ainsi de suite jusqu'à plus foif... je rentre chez moi faire chauffer deux toasts 44 secondes sur la position 2 de mon grille-pain style années '60 et m'installe à ma modeste table Knoll en marbre blanc plaçée au centre de ma cuisine rouge, dotée d'une bonne vue sur le parc ce qui en l'occurence n'a pas d'importance puisque je me mets généralement à lire le journal de la veille, comme à mon habitude...
Puis, je décide d'appeler mon cher ami Patrick Henderikx sans avoir d'idée précise en tête... et lorsque le répondeur me répond (c'est la fonction d'un répondeur)..., je repose mollement le combiné et lève les yeux vers l'horloge de la cuisine, réalisant qu'avec toutes ces conneries je me suis à nouveau f... en retard... et j'ai toujours eu une sainte horreur d'être en retard, la ponctualité étant une question d'éducation.
Mon éducation avait, en effet, été sans faille, grâce à ma Sainte Maman qui m'avait appris à moucher son nez, dire bonjour et merci, arriver à l'heure et être propre sur moi.
La journée s'annonce chargée !
J'allume l'ordinateur par habitude et poursuit mon quotidien sans trop réfléchir aux prochains évènements qui allaient survenir...
Des piles de bouquins pas terminés d'auteurs en vogue du XXIème siècle, sont dans un coin, le dernier Houellebeck, (qui est une belle merde au passage) dans l'autre..., entre deux sachets de beuh thaïlandaise modifiée et coupée de divers neuro-stimulants... et quelques bouteilles de rhum, de degrés conséquent, elles mêmes en équilibre sur des amas de notes aléatoires écrites alors que je me shootais aux champis à l'insuline..., et que je fourmillais de phrases chocs et éparses, mais fortes à mon esprit.
Je me considérais alors, bien que ce soit encore le cas par moment actuellement, comme un mec qui gagne à être connu pour mes texticules... : amas de phrases s'entassant sur des post-it, eux mêmes perdus au milieu d'un tas de feuilles à moitiés blanches, sur lesquelles sont disséminés, çà et là, des textes avortés et des dessins incolores que je ne finirai sans doute jamais.
Voilà ce qu'est ma vie dans mes moments de perdition morale complète.
L'état de salubrité de mon appartement ressemble à l'intérieur de ma tête, un état proche de la psychologie Zen...
Lorsque je suis désespéré, anéanti par le poids des conséquences de mes actes... et par mes responsabilités, c'est tout un microcosme informe et bordélique qui prend le pas sur le vide des cinq cent quarante cinq mètres carrés de mon loft (le garage est en dessous, le tout étant une vieille usine années '30 relookée en style Bauhaus Zen avec quelques touches lascives des années '50 et énormément d'ultra-modernisme des années 2000.
Vivre seul me permet à peu près deux semaines sur deux si ce n'est plus de me laisser aller et de m'enfonce
4:10
English 50 Cent - In Da Club
50 Cent - In Da Club translated by English 50 Cent
English 50 Cent is touring the UK disgu...
published: 16 Nov 2010
author: english 50cent
English 50 Cent - In Da Club
50 Cent - In Da Club translated by English 50 Cent
English 50 Cent is touring the UK disguised as stand up comedian Andrew O'Neill.
www.andrewoneill.co.uk
3:52
RPT Videos : Mobb Deep Ft 50 Cent "Creep" [Classic Unreleased Footage] - FREE Prodigy
50 Cent and Mobb Deep in the studio recording Creep
Never Seen before footage...
published: 20 Mar 2009
author: Radio Planet
RPT Videos : Mobb Deep Ft 50 Cent "Creep" [Classic Unreleased Footage] - FREE Prodigy
50 Cent and Mobb Deep in the studio recording Creep
Never Seen before footage
7:15
50 cent talks about his ongoing feud with Rick Ross (Big Boys Neighborhood Exclusive)
50 cent talks about his ongoing feud with Rick Ross (Big Boys Neighborhood Exclusive...
published: 08 Apr 2009
author: Qdeezy
50 cent talks about his ongoing feud with Rick Ross (Big Boys Neighborhood Exclusive)
50 cent talks about his ongoing feud with Rick Ross (Big Boys Neighborhood Exclusive
Youtube results:
4:41
50 Cent & G Unit - Wanksta (live)
50 Cent & G Unit - Wanksta (live)...
published: 27 Oct 2009
author: Giorgi Alaverdashvili
50 Cent & G Unit - Wanksta (live)
50 Cent & G Unit - Wanksta (live)
published: 27 Oct 2009
views: 151423
author:
Giorgi Alaverdashvili
3:00
50 Cent Live in Paris France - Amusement Park - 8/07/07
OFFICIAL Music Video of 50 Cent live in Paris, France at l'Olympia with Tony Yayo 50cent.s...
published: 11 Jul 2007
author: GUnitInternational
50 Cent Live in Paris France - Amusement Park - 8/07/07
OFFICIAL Music Video of 50 Cent live in Paris, France at l'Olympia with Tony Yayo 50cent.skyblog.com myspace.com/50cent www.50cent.com
published: 11 Jul 2007
views: 291528
author:
GUnitInternational
Photo: AP / Kim Jae-hwan
08 Mar 2013
North Korea says it is scrapping all non-aggression pacts with South Korea, closing its hotline with Seoul and shutting their shared border point. The announcement follows a fresh round of UN...
Photo: AP / David Guttenfelder
07 Mar 2013
Posted: March 7, 2013 North Korea threatened a preemptive nuclear attack against the United States ahead of an upcoming vote on additional UN sanctions against Pyongyang. The country also accused the...
Photo: AP / J. Scott Applewhite
07 Mar 2013
By Mark Hosenball WASHINGTON, March 7 (Reuters) - A son-in-law of Osama bin Laden who served as al Qaeda's spokesman was arrested in Jordan and then brought to New York in an operation led by...
Photo: AP / Bullit Marquez
07 Mar 2013
KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia (AP) — Malaysian security forces gunned down 31 Filipino intruders in Borneo on Thursday, the highest number of casualties in a single day since nearly 200 members of a...
Photo: AP / Aaron Favila
07 Mar 2013
LAHAD DATU: Malaysia has given an ultimatum to the remnants of the Sulu armed group: “Lay down your arms or be eliminated.'' As elite security forces tightened the noose around the gunmen on the...
"Unabhängige Zentralbanken gibt es nicht mehr"
08 Mar 2013
Hamburger Abendblatt
Für den ehemaligen EZB-Chefvolkswirt Jürgen Stark gehört das Thema unabhängiger Zentralbanken der Vergangenheit an. "Die Unabhängigkeit der Zentralbanken existiert de facto nicht mehr", schrieb er im "Handelsblatt". "Die Zentralbanken begeben sich infolge politischen Drucks oder durch Arroganz und...(size: 10.6Kb)
AC Mailand siegt kurios beim CFC Genua
08 Mar 2013
Goal
Der AC Mailand hat zum Auftakt des 28. Spieltags in Italien einen 2:0-Erfolg in Genua hingelegt. In einem ereignisreichen Spiel sorgten Pazzini und Balotelli für die Entscheidung. Von Jöran Landschoff Mehr zu : AC Milan, Genoa, Mario Balotelli, Giampaolo Pazzini, Genoa - AC Milan Deine...(size: 11.7Kb)
Börsen Dow Jones mit viertem Rekordhoch in Folge
08 Mar 2013
Die Zeit
New York (dpa) - Die Rekordjagd an der Wall Street geht unverdrossen weiter: Dank guter Job-Daten schloss der Dow Jones zum vierten Mal in Folge auf einem neuen Höchststand. Zum Handelsschluss stieg der Dow um 0,47 Prozent und erreichte damit 14 397,07 Punkte. Im Handelsverlauf war er bis auf 14...(size: 2.0Kb)
Die Zeit
Genua (dpa) - Der AC Mailand hat seine Erfolgsserie in der italienischen Serie A fortgesetzt und eine gelungene Generalprobe für das Champions-League-Duell mit dem FC Barcelona gezeigt. Milan gewann am Freitagabend mit 2:0 (1:0) beim CFC Genua und bleibt damit dieses Jahr in der Liga ungeschlagen....(size: 2.5Kb)
N-TV
Das Restaurant "Noma" ist für gutes Essen bekannt. Zwei Michelin-Sterne sind der Beleg für gigantische Gaumenfreuden. Eigentlich. Denn 63 Personen, die im Februar zu Gast waren, haben nicht gerade schöne Erinnerungen an das "beste Restaurants der Welt". Mehr zum Thema Auch im "besten Restaurant...(size: 2.4Kb)
Goal
Am Freitagabend kämpfeten der FC Augsburg und der 1. FC Nürnberg um entscheidende Punkte im Abstiegskampf. Nürnberg verteidigte souverän und schnappte sich die Zähler. Von Jakob Kunz Mehr zu : FC Augsburg, Nürnberg, Hiroshi Kiyotake, Hanno Balitsch, Markus Weinzierl, Michael Wiesinger,...(size: 12.8Kb)
Einzelkritik FC Augsburg 1:2 1. FC Nürnberg
08 Mar 2013
Goal
Tobias Werner brachte seine Augsburger mal wieder nach vorn und half hinten mit. Esswein assistierte und traf selbst. Schäfer ließ den Ball heute lieber fallen - ins eigene Tor. Von Laura Reinkens Deine Meinung FC Augsburg 2.96 0 0 3.00 Mohamed Amsif An den Gegentreffern war Amsif heute schuldlos....(size: 10.1Kb)
Moderner Liberalismus ist nur etwas für Mutige
08 Mar 2013
Die Welt
Nach einem miesen Jahr für die FDP hat die unbeliebteste Partei Deutschlands nur wenig Zeit, um sich aufzustellen. Geht die Personaldiskussion weiter, verlieren die Liberalen letzte Sympathien. Foto: dpa Bundesvorsitzender Philipp Rösler, FDP-Fraktionsvorsitzender Rainer Brüderle und...(size: 11.6Kb)
Koalition steht zu Sven Heß
08 Mar 2013
Frankfurter Rundschau
Wer eine Sensation erwartet hatte, wurde am Donnerstagabend enttäuscht. Neuer Erster Stadtrat in Flörsheim ist ab 1. Juli Sven Heß von der Grünen Alternativen Liste Flörsheim (Galf). In geheimer Wahl stimmten 20...(size: 1.4Kb)
Hilfe für die kranke Seele
08 Mar 2013
Frankfurter Rundschau
Alexander S. (Name von der Redaktion geändert) ist guter Dinge. Selbstbewusst erzählt der 22-jährige Kelkheimer vor der Presse, dass er seit einem Dreivierteljahr für den Realschulabschluss lernt, danach vielleicht eine Erzieherausbildung machen möchte. Er sagt, dass er sein Leben wieder gut im...(size: 2.8Kb)
Die Zeit
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50 Cent (* 6. Juli 1975 in Queens, New York City, bürgerlich Curtis James Jackson III) ist ein US-amerikanischer Gangsta-Rapper. Nach der Entdeckung durch Jam Master Jay wurde er mehrfach angeschossen und von seinem Plattenvertrag entlassen. 2003 entdeckten Eminem und Dr. Dre ihn erneut. Er hat mehrere Millionen Platten verkauft.[1] Sein Leben wurde in Get Rich or Die Tryin’ verfilmt.
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Curtis Jackson wuchs im Viertel South Jamaica des New Yorker Stadtteils Queens in ärmlichen Verhältnissen auf. Seinen Vater kannte er nicht und seine Mutter wurde in ihrem Haus ermordet, als er acht Jahre alt war. Unbekannte waren in ihr Haus eingedrungen und drehten, während sie schlief, den Gashahn auf, sodass sie an dem Gas erstickte. Nach ihrem Tod lebte Jackson bei seinen Großeltern. Da er bereits durch seine Mutter Verbindungen zum Drogengeschäft gehabt hatte, handelte er bereits als 12-Jähriger mit Drogen und verbüßte mehrere kurze Gefängnisstrafen; die erste große Strafe bekam er mit 18 Jahren.[2][3]
Entdeckt wurde er vom mittlerweile ermordeten Jam Master Jay (Run-D.M.C.), der ihn für sein Label unter Vertrag nahm.[4] Nachdem sich der Plattenvertrag bei Jam Master als unproduktiv erwiesen hatte, wechselte er zu Columbia Records. Dort entstand das Debütalbum Power of the Dollar. Bevor es veröffentlicht werden konnte, stachen Unbekannte Jackson vor einem Tonstudio nieder. Bei einer Schießerei am 24. Mai 2000 vor dem Haus seiner Großeltern trafen ihn neun Kugeln in Gesicht, Arme und Beine; er wurde jedoch schon nach 13 Tagen wieder aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen.[5] Seine Plattenfirma löste den Vertrag auf, um weitere Negativpresse zu vermeiden, und verschob die Veröffentlichung des Albums auf unbestimmte Zeit. Einige der für dieses Album bestimmten Stücke sind auf der 2002 veröffentlichten CD Guess who’s back zu hören.
Nach seiner Rückkehr in das Drogenmilieu wurde Jackson zum zweiten Mal entdeckt. Eminem nahm ihn 2002 bei seinem Label Shady Records (und gleichzeitig auch bei Aftermath Entertainment) unter Vertrag.
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Sein 2003 veröffentlichtes Album Get Rich or Die Tryin’ war in den USA mit 6,5 Millionen verkauften Exemplaren das erfolgreichste Album des Jahres. Weltweit verkaufte es sich 15 Millionen Mal, es wurde von der RIAA achtmal als Platin zertifiziert.[6] In einem Fernsehinterview verriet Jackson, dass sein Lieblingstitel „Many Men“ ist. Mit diesem Lied könne er sich identifizieren, da viele Menschen ihn hassen würden, ihn töten wollten und dass das Leben im Ghetto sehr schwer sei. Am 8. März 2005 kam das zweite Album The Massacre in den Handel, das in zahlreichen Ländern Platz 1 der Albumhitparaden erreichte, es wurde von der RIAA fünfmal als Platin zertifiziert.[6] Zudem hatten viele seiner Singles aus dem Album großen Erfolg (unter anderem Candy Shop mit Platz 1 in den US-amerikanischen Billboard Hot 100 und in den deutschen Media-Control-Charts). Zudem platzierten sich zwischen Februar und April gleichzeitig bis zu drei Singles seines Albums sowie zwei Singles von The Game an denen er beteiligt war – also bis zu fünf Songs mit seiner Beteiligung – in den US-Charts).
Im Sommer 2005 drehte 50 Cent einen autobiografischen Film, der sein Leben und seinen Werdegang zeigen soll. Dieser heißt wie sein bisher bestverkauftes Album Get Rich or Die Tryin’. Die Dreharbeiten fanden in Kanada statt. Die Werbung für den Film wurde kontrovers diskutiert, da sie das Tragen von Schusswaffen verherrliche. Jacksons Film wurde in Deutschland am 12. Januar 2006 in den Kinos veröffentlicht. Das dazugehörige Album war seit dem 15. November 2005 erhältlich. Die Kritiken zum Film waren überwiegend negativ.
Jackson ist der Gründer der Rap-Gruppe G Unit, die seit seinem Durchbruch als Solokünstler in den Mittelpunkt des Interesses gerückt ist. 2004 erschienen von dieser Gruppierung das gemeinsame Werk Beg For Mercy, Lloyd Banks Debütalbum The Hunger For More und Young Bucks Soloalbum Straight Outta Cashville. Die Alben erreichten hohe Verkaufszahlen. Im Jahr 2005 wurde The Documentary veröffentlicht, das erste Album des Rappers The Game. Dieser war ebenfalls ein Mitglied der G Unit, wurde aber nach einigem Hin und Her von Jackson der Gruppe verwiesen. Einziges weibliches Mitglied der G Unit war die R&B-Sängerin Olivia, die im Jahr 2007 ausstieg. Im August 2005 veröffentlichte das kurze Zeit zuvor noch inhaftierte G-Unit-Mitglied Tony Yayo sein Debütalbum Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon. Jackson hat außerdem die G Unit ausgeweitet, indem er Mase, Mobb Deep, Spider Loc und MOP bei der G-Unit-Records unter Vertrag nahm. Am 11. September 2007 erschien sein drittes Soloalbum namens Curtis, welches sich zwar gut in den Charts platzieren konnte, aber in den Verkäufen lange nicht an den Erfolg der ersten beiden Alben anschließen konnte.
Sein viertes Studioalbum Before I Self Destruct erschien am 9. November 2009, nachdem das Veröffentlichungsdatum mehrere Male verschoben wurde. Neben Dr. Dre, der drei Lieder produzierte, und Havoc von Mobb Deep arbeiteten eher unbekannte Produzenten an dem Album. In den Billboard-Charts erreichte das Album Platz 5, in Deutschland Platz 36, in der Schweiz Platz 13 und in Österreich Platz 41.
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Unter dem Label G Unit vermarktet Jackson eine Bekleidungslinie, Handy-Klingeltöne, Computerspiele und Groschenromane. Im Gegenzug zu einem Werbevertrag mit der in New York beheimateten Getränkefirma Glaceau, welche für ihn in ihrer Vitaminwasser-Sparte das Getränk „Formula 50“ auf den Markt brachte, übernahm er einen Aktienanteil von 10 % an Glaceau. Im Mai 2007 wurde Glaceau Inc. von der Coca-Cola Corporation für 4,1 Milliarden US-Dollar übernommen, was dem Rapper einen Gewinn von mehr als 400 Millionen US-Dollar eingebracht haben soll.[7] Bereits zuvor wurde sein Vermögen auf 100 Millionen US-Dollar geschätzt; gemäß Forbes Magazine verdiente er allein im Jahr 2006 32 Millionen US-Dollar.[7] (2005: 19,7 Millionen US-Dollar[8])
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- 2003: Get Rich or Die Tryin’
- 2005: The Massacre
- 2007: Curtis
- 2009: Before I Self Destruct
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- 2005: Get Rich or Die Tryin’
- 2006: Home of the Brave
- 2008: Kurzer Prozess – Righteous Kill
- 2009: Dead Man Running
- 2009: Streets of Blood
- 2010: Gun
- 2010: Twelve
- 2010: Caught in the Crossfire
- 2010: Morning Glory
- 2010: 13
- 2011: Set Up - Freunde für´s Leben, Feinde für die Ewigkeit
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2003:
- American Music Award in den Kategorien Favorite Rap/Hip-Hop Male Artist und Favorite Rap/Hip-Hop Album (Get Rich or Die Tryin’)
- Goldene Schallplatte
- 1x Gold für Get Rich or Die Tryin’ (Album)
- 1x Gold für In Da Club (Single)
2004:
- Bravo Otto in Gold in der Kategorie HipHop International
- Echo in der Kategorie Hip-Hop/R&B International
- Brit Awards in der Kategorie International breakthrough act
- Edison in der Kategorie Pop
2005:
- American Music Award in der Kategorie Favorite Rap/Hip-Hop Album (The Massacre)
- Bravo Otto in Gold in der Kategorie HipHop International
- Goldene Schallplatte
- 1x Gold für Candy Shop (Single)
- 1x Gold und 1x Platin für The Massacre (Album)
2006:
- Echo in der Kategorie Hip-Hop/R&B International
2008:
- Echo in der Kategorie Hip-Hop/R&B International
2010:
- Grammy in der Kategorie Best Rap Performance By a Duo/Group für Crack a bottle mit Eminem und Dr. Dre
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- 50 Cent und Kris Ex: Dealer, Rapper, Millionär. Hannibal-Verlag, 2005, ISBN 3-85445-266-7
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Commons: 50 Cent – Sammlung von Bildern, Videos und Audiodateien- Offizielle Website
- 50 Cent bei Allmusic (englisch)
- 50 Cent bei Discogs (englisch)
- Werke von und über 50 Cent im Katalog der Deutschen Nationalbibliothek
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- ↑ mtv news (englisch) abgerufen am 31. März 2011
- ↑ Campion, Chris (August 21, 2005). Right on the money. The Observer. Accessed May 22, 2007.
- ↑ http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/arts/2007/10/23/2007-10-23_50_cent_writes_about_his_life.html
- ↑ Youngs, Ian (December 23, 2002). 50 Cent: The $1m rapper. BBC News. Retrieved August 16, 2007.
- ↑ Laut.de
- ↑ a b Biografie von 50 Cent. In: James Jackson. Abgerufen am 3. Februar 2011 (englisch).
- ↑ a b Forbes Magazine: Hip-Hop Cash Kings, 16. August 2007 (englisch)
- ↑ Rolling Stone: The Richest Rock Stars of 2006, 10. März 2006 (englisch)
50 Cent
| Studioalben | Power of the Dollar • Get Rich or Die Tryin’ • The Massacre • Curtis • Before I Self Destruct |
|---|---|
| Remixalben | 50 Cent Is the Future • No Mercy, No Fear • God's Plan • War Angel LP • Forever King |
| Soundtracks | Get Rich or Die Tryin’ |
| Kompilationsalben | Guess Who's Back? |
| Singles | How to Rob • Thug Love • In da Club • Wanksta • 21 Questions • P.I.M.P. • If I Can't • Disco Inferno • Candy Shop • Just a Lil Bit • Outta Control • Hustler's Ambition • Window Shopper • Best Friend • I'll Whip Ya Head Boy • Have a Party • Straight to the Bank • Amusement Park • • I Get Money • Ayo Technology • I'll Still Kill • Ok, You're Right • Baby by Me • Do You Think About Me • Rowdy Rowdy • Get Up • I Get It In |
| Featurings | React • Magic Stick • On Fire • Let Me In • Encore • Westside Story • How We Do • Hate It or Love It • MJB da MVP • So Seductive • I Know You Don't Love Me • Hands Up • The Cake • You Don't Know • Jimmy Crack Corn • Can't Leave 'em Alone • Crack a Bottle • Mujeres in the Club • Pass the Patron • Down on Me • Let's Get It In |
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| ALTERNATIVNAMEN | Jackson, Curtis (wirklicher Name); Jackson, Curtis James III |
| KURZBESCHREIBUNG | US-amerikanischer Rapper |
| GEBURTSDATUM | 6. Juli 1975 |
| GEBURTSORT | Queens, New York City, USA |
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Kendrick Lamar (* 17. Juni 1987 in Compton, Kalifornien) ist ein US-amerikanischer Rapper und Songschreiber.
Zur Zeit ist er bei Aftermath Entertainment unter Vertrag. Er rückte erstmals in Blickfeld der Szene nach der Veröffentlichung des Mixtapes Overly Dedicated im Jahr 2010. 2011 wurde sein Album Section.80, das exklusiv auf iTunes veröffentlicht wurde, eines der erfolgreichsten Hip-Hop-Alben des Jahres. Lamar hat einen großen Bekanntheitsgrad im Internet, und ist gemeinsam mit Jay Rock, Schoolboy Q und Ab-Soul Mitglied beim Hip-Hop-Kollektiv Black Hippy. Er arbeitete unter anderem mit Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Wiz Khalifa, Game, Drake, Busta Rhymes und Tech N9ne zusammen.[2]
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- Kendrick Lamar bei Allmusic (englisch)
- Kendrick Lamar bei laut.de
- Kendrick Lamar Makes New Friends by Amos Barshad, Rolling Stone, 23. Oktober 2011
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- ↑ The Best Albums of 2011: #51 through #60 auf Yahoo Music
- ↑ New music: Kendrick Lamar feat Dr Dre – The Recipe, Michael Cragg, The Guardian, 3. April 2012
| Personendaten | |
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| NAME | Lamar, Kendrick |
| KURZBESCHREIBUNG | US-amerikanischer Rapper und Songschreiber |
| GEBURTSDATUM | 17. Juni 1987 |
| GEBURTSORT | Compton (Kalifornien) |
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Adam Noah Levine (* 18. März 1979) ist ein US-amerikanischer Sänger, Gitarrist und Mitglied der Rockgruppe Maroon 5.
Adam Levine wurde in Los Angeles, Kalifornien geboren und wuchs in einem jüdischen Elternhaus auf. Er absolvierte die Brentwood Highschool, wo er die ersten Bandmitglieder der Band Kara's Flowers, Jesse Carmichael, Mickey Madden und Ryan Dusick, kennenlernte. Die Band veröffentlichte ihr erstes Album The Fourth World im Jahr 1997. Doch das Album hatte nie viel Erfolg, und sogar die einzige Single-Auskopplung Soap Disco versagte. Während Adam bei den Kara's Flowers spielte, sang er mit einer tieferen, stärkeren Stimme.
Als Gitarrist James Valentine sich der Gruppe anschloss, änderte die Band ihren Namen in Maroon 5. Adams hohe, ausdrucksvolle Stimme half der Band viel Erfolg in den Charts zu erreichen. Im Debütalbum, Songs About Jane, geht es um Adams Ex-Freundin Jane, ein Mädchen, das, wie er sagt, ihn die ganzen Jahre über inspirierte. Die meisten Texte der Songs wurden von der hin- und herreißenden Beziehung der beiden inspiriert.
2005 arbeitete Levine mit den Ying Yang Twins (Live Again) zusammen. Später war er auf Kanye Wests Album Late Registration, auf der dritten Single-Auskopplung Heard 'Em Say zu hören. Außerdem sang er zusammen mit Alicia Keys bei deren MTV-Unplugged den Rolling-Stones-Klassiker Wild Horses.
2010 ist er als Sänger auf dem Album Slash des gleichnamigen ehemaligen Guns-N'-Roses-Gitarristen bei dem Stück Gotten zu hören.
Adam Levines Haupteinflüsse sind The Beatles und Stevie Wonder sowie The Police.
Levine wurden Affären mit einigen Hollywood-Stars, wie Natalie Portman, Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Kirsten Dunst, Lindsay Lohan, Jessica Simpson und Becky Ginos sowie der Tennisspielerin Maria Scharapowa nachgesagt. Levine war von 2010 bis 2012 mit dem russischen Model Anne Vyalitsyna liiert.
2011 nahm er den Song Stereo Hearts mit der Band Gym Class Heroes auf.
Im März 2012 bekam er eine Rolle in der 2. Staffel der Horror-Serie "American Horror Story – Die dunkle Seite in dir".[1]
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- Gastbeiträge
- 2011: Stereo Hearts (mit Gym Class Heroes)
[Bearbeiten] Einzelnachweise
[Bearbeiten] Weblinks
- Werke von und über Adam Levine im Katalog der Deutschen Nationalbibliothek
- Adam Levine in der deutschen und englischen Version der Internet Movie Database
Adam Levine • Michael Madden • James Valentine • Matt Flynn • PJ Morton
Ryan Dusick • Jesse Carmichael
| Studioalben | The Fourth World • Songs About Jane • It Won’t Be Soon Before Long • Hands All Over • Overexposed | ||||||||
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| Singles |
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| NAME | Levine, Adam |
| ALTERNATIVNAMEN | Levine, Adam Noah (vollständiger Name) |
| KURZBESCHREIBUNG | US-amerikanischer Sänger und Gitarrist |
| GEBURTSDATUM | 18. März 1979 |
| GEBURTSORT | Los Angeles, Kalifornien, USA |
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Flo Rida (* 16. Dezember 1979 in Opa-locka, Florida; mit bürgerlichem Namen Tramar Dillard[1], auch Flo-Rida geschrieben) ist ein US-amerikanischer Rapper. Der Name ist ein Wortspiel mit dem Namen seiner Heimat Florida und einer umgangssprachlichen Schreibweise des Begriffs „Flow Rider“.
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[Bearbeiten] Musikalischer Beginn
Als Jugendlicher hatte Dillard mit zwei Freunden das Hip-Hop-Trio Groundhoggz gegründet, mit dem er in der Gegend als Vorgruppe für andere Künstler auftrat. Über einen Schwager bekam er Verbindungen zur 2 Live Crew und arbeitete ab 2001 für das Crew-Mitglied Fresh Kid Ice als Hype man, eine Art Anheizer vor und während der Konzerte.
[Bearbeiten] Erste Erfolge
Es folgten Solo-Demoaufnahmen und drei unergiebige Jahre in Kalifornien, wo er auch mit DeVante Swing zusammenarbeitete, bevor er einem Angebot von E-Class, einer Jugendbekanntschaft aus Florida, folgte und bei dessen Label Poe Boy/Atlantic einen Vertrag unterschrieb. Mit einem Beitrag zu DJ Khaleds Album We the Best im Stück Bitch I'm From Dade County machte er erstmals auf sich aufmerksam. Eine erste eigene Single, Birthday (featuring Rick Ross) folgte. Für die zweite Veröffentlichung, die Single Low, wurde als Unterstützung T-Pain gewonnen, der 2007 zuvor bereits zweimal auf Platz 1 der US-Billboard-Charts gewesen war. Zusätzliche Popularität erhielt das Lied, als es für den Soundtrack zu Step Up to the Streets (Kinostart Februar 2008), dem Nachfolgefilm von Step Up, ausgewählt wurde. Zum Jahreswechsel 2007/08 schaffte es Flo Ridas Single bis an die Spitze der Charts. Die Single Low konnte mit 470.000 Downloads in einer Woche einen Rekord aufstellen.
[Bearbeiten] 2008–2009: Debütalbum
Für das 2008 erscheinende Debütalbum Mail on Sunday konnten Rapper wie Rick Ross, Trey Songz und Plies gewonnen werden.[2] Weiterhin vertreten sind Sean Kingston und will.i.am von den Black Eyed Peas. Ebenfalls hat Timbaland als Produzent mitgearbeitet.[3] Der Fokus seiner Texte auf Mails on Sunday liegt auf Partyinhalten. Politische oder sozialkritische Statements liegen ihm eher fern. Insbesondere Funk, die Musik, mit der er durch seine Eltern sozialisiert wurde, hat es ihm angetan, was man an zahlreichen Produktionen hören kann.[3] Das Album brachte es bis auf Platz 4 der US-Charts.
[Bearbeiten] Zweites Album: R.O.O.T.S.
Das zweite Album R.O.O.T.S. folgte bereits im Jahr darauf. Vorab wurde daraus zusammen mit der Sängerin Kesha der Song Right Round veröffentlicht, der auf You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) von der britischen Band Dead or Alive basiert. Im Februar 2009 erreichte er damit zum zweiten Mal Platz 1 der Billboard Hot 100.
Flo Rida nahm mit Christina Aguilera 2010 den Song Tasty für ihr Album Bionic auf. Außerdem zeichnete er 2010 mit Cody Simpson dessen Debütsingle iYiYi auf. Auf David Guettas Album Nothing but the Beat wirkte er zusammen mit Nicki Minaj beim Titel Where Them Girls At mit. Außerdem gastierte er in dem Lied Hangover von Taio Cruz.
[Bearbeiten] Drittes Album: Only One Flo (Part 1)
Only One Flo (Part 1) ist das dritte Studioalbum von Flo Rida. Es wurde am 30. November 2010 über Atlantic Records und sein eigenes Label Poe Boy Entertainment veröffentlicht. Das Album erhielt gemischte Bewertungen von Kritikern und erreichte Platz 107 der Billboard 200 und verkaufte 11.000 Exemplare in der ersten Woche in den USA. Club Can’t Handle Me featuring David Guetta wurde als erste Single ausgekoppelt.
Das Lied wurde auch auf dem Step-Up-3D-Soundtrack vorgestellt. Am 16. November 2010 wurde die Promo-Single Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) über den iTunes Store veröffentlicht. Die Single erreichte Platz acht der deutschen Charts. Nach der Veröffentlichung des Albums in Großbritannien wurde die dritte Single Who Dat Girl vorgestellt. Dort arbeitete Flo Rida mit Akon zusammen, es debütierte auf Platz 39 in den USA und Platz 64 in Großbritannien.
[Bearbeiten] Seit 2012: Wild Ones
Sein viertes Album trägt den Titel Wild Ones.[4] Am 29. August 2011 veröffentlichte Flo Rida die erste Single aus dem Album mit dem Titel Good Feeling. Die Single verkaufte sich in den USA rund zwei Millionen mal. Das Lied wurde von Avicii produziert und basiert ebenso wie dessen Song Levels auf Something’s Got a Hold on Me von Etta James. Nach der Veröffentlichung in Deutschland konnte es sich schon am ersten Tag in den iTunes-Charts auf Platz eins positionieren und stieg auch in der ersten Woche an die Spitze der Single-Charts. Außerdem wurde der Song mit 2x Platin ausgezeichnet. Die zweite Single mit dem Titel Wild Ones wurde am 19. Dezember 2011 veröffentlicht. Der Song wurde von Sia Furler gesungen. Am 24. April 2012 wurde die dritte Single Whistle veröffentlicht.
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→ Hauptartikel: Flo Rida/Diskografie
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| Jahr | Titel | Chartpositionen [5] | Anmerkungen | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| DE | AT | CH | UK | US | |||
| 2008 | Mail on Sunday | 50 (5 Wo.) |
— | 60 (3 Wo.) |
29 (19 Wo.) |
4 (28 Wo.) |
Erstveröffentlichung: 18. März 2008 |
| 2009 | R.O.O.T.S. | 21 (9 Wo.) |
21 (7 Wo.) |
14 (15 Wo.) |
5 (10 Wo.) |
8 (21 Wo.) |
Erstveröffentlichung: 31. März 2009 |
| 2010 | Only One Flo (Part 1) | — | — | — | — | 107 (1 Wo.) |
Erstveröffentlichung: 30. November 2010 Verkäufe: + 100.000[6] |
| 2012 | Wild Ones | 16 (8 Wo.) |
8 (7 Wo.) |
7 (10 Wo.) |
8 (… Wo.) |
14 (… Wo.) |
Erstveröffentlichung: 22. Juni 2012 |
[Bearbeiten] Einzelnachweise
- ↑ Bill Lamb: Flo Rida, about.com, abgerufen 21. Mai 2012
- ↑ Kurz-News: Flo Rida
- ↑ a b Interview bei musik-base.de
- ↑ [1]
- ↑ Chartquellen: DE AT CH UK US
- ↑ Verkaufszahlen von Only One Flo (Part 1)
[Bearbeiten] Weblinks
Commons: Flo Rida – Sammlung von Bildern, Videos und Audiodateien- Offizielle Website (englisch)
- Offizielle Website (deutsch)
- Flo Rida bei MySpace
- Artikel bei Billboard (englisch)
- Interview (Dezember 2007) (englisch)
0Flo Rida
| Studioalben | Mail on Sunday • R.O.O.T.S. • Only One Flo (Part 1) • Wild Ones |
| Extended Plays | Good Feeling |
| Singles | Low • Elevator • Roll (Promo-Single) • In the Ayer • Right Round • Shone (Promo-Single) • Sugar • Jump • Be on You • Club Can’t Handle Me • Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) • Who Dat Girl • Good Feeling • Wild Ones • Whistle • Let It Roll |
| Featurings | Move Shake Drop • Bad Boys • Feel It • Higher • Where Them Girls At • Hangover • Birthday • Street Money • Running Back • Just Know Dat • Starstruck • Cause a Scene • Good Girls Like Bad Boys • Sunshine • Drop That • Guarantee • Subelo • Heartbreaker • Dancin’ for Me • White Girls • Caught Me Slippin • IYIYI • Out My Video • You Make the Rain Fall • I’m Alright • Hollywood |
Normdaten (Person): GND: 135512107 (PICA, AKS) | LCCN: no2008046583 | VIAF: 49550449 | Wikipedia-Personensuche
| Personendaten | |
|---|---|
| NAME | Flo Rida |
| ALTERNATIVNAMEN | Flo-Rida; Tramar Dillard (wirklicher Name) |
| KURZBESCHREIBUNG | US-amerikanischer Rapper |
| GEBURTSDATUM | 16. Dezember 1979 |
| GEBURTSORT | Opa-locka, Florida, USA |
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