[Mike Epps:]
Yayo!
[Starts off with the beat of Mobb Deep's: "Cobra".]
[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
OOOH! Grrr! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Please, don't play witta animal!
Yeah! {JAY SHERR!}
[Chorus 1: 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga {TY ONE!} - 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! {MIXTAPES... UK-dot-COM}
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga - I run New York! (Yayo: "I RUN NEW YORK! HERE WE GO, NOW! ")
[50 Cent:]
I wake up - stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive - what a beautiful feelin'. (whoooo!)
I put my Vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always [gun cocks] prepared for war. [gun cocks] (yeah!)
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick.
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick, (Yayo: "C'MON! ")
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! " [gunshot] {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Man I run Interscope - Jada's tryna annoy me!
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee, (Hahaha!)
He been in the game 10 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'm a take all that.
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back. {Whoooo! DAMN!}
See the nozzle on my tre pound is 3'' inches long,
And the trigger on the fo'-fo's extremly strong. [gunshot]
With a little tre douche is like: "POP! [shot] POP! " [shot]
Chase his ass up the block
'Til his bitch ass drop. {Whoooo!}
And the verses he be kickin' - none of 'em hot,
Cause 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! Haha!
[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga - I run New York! {I AM WHAT I AM!}
Yeah, I live in CT lil' nigga - but I run New York! {MIXTAPE! G-UNIT SNEAKERS!}
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga - but I run New York! {REEBOK! CAN'T FORGET...}
And I stay gettin' Cs lil' nigga - cause I run New York! {FACT THE RATS!}
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York!)
[Tony Yayo:]
My gun is longer than yours - nigga, call your recouster, LOX
Made more money - than them thin tiny suits. (bling!)
The game around South - drugs and rappin',
Jada fuckin' punchlines - my serp went Platinum. [gunshot] {WHAT?}
Style's and Sheek Louch - went double plastic.
Yayo, Buck and Bank$ is puttin' out classics. [shot]
A "100 shots, a 100 clips", [gun cocks] y'all "Ready 2 Die",
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta - he scared to fly! (HERE WE GO!)
Automatic Mossberg, who want a piece of this pump? [gunshot]
I had Ja Rule buried - and some high heel punk.
Feds stuck in a bulletproof - man fuck that!
Homie, shoot up my whip; all you leave is a scratch! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
Yo! I flip Cocaine in your project lobby,
And beat you with' my pistol like - [gun cocks] Kane did Chauncey. [gun cocks]
It's T-O-N-Y, Y-A-Y-O!
My whole clique got dough - my O's on the fly hole! (50: "Hahaha! ")
G-4s, we fly on Lears,
And my rocks lookin' like - flashlights yo' Benz. - NIGGA!
[Chorus (3.): 50 Cent]
When I'm down in D.C. lil' nigga - I tell 'em - I run New York!
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York! {CAN'T FORGET: LLOYD BANK$!}
When I'm in V.A. I tell niggaz guess what {DJs!} - I run New York! {Whoooo, Kiiiiid!}
When I'm in N.C. niggaz holla at the moon - cause I run New York! {TONY YAYO! "RAW-N-UNCUT"!}
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York!) {G-UNIT RADIO!}
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?
Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere.
Hahahaha! {HAHA!}
Dee, Waah wanna talk to me, wanna tell me what's goin' on!
Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cause I'll serves...
I'll murder.
Hahahaha! [gunshot]
'Ey!
'Ey get Puffy on the phone!
Tell him I said...
Tell the nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him!
Haha!
Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka props!
Tell him: "I want buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes."
Nigga still ain't a Coupe. {Whooooo} [gunshot]
Ah, nigga, you in da way!
You owe money, nigga! {HAHA!}
Aw, man!
Now why you make me put yo' bidness in da street?!
Now niggaz know you ain't shit!
Damn! {TONY YAYO!}
I see yo' monkey ass in da paper!
Cause you ain't returnin' them jewels you borrowed! {HAHA!}
You better give 'em back!
You dirty nigga.
Ain't none of that shit you be wearin' yours. [gunshot] {Whooooo!}
Hahaha! {P. BLACKK!}
We coulda kept this secret, nigga.
These niggaz I'm supposed to beef with'?!
Aw, man!
This fight is fixed! {AMMO}
You been set up.
Hahahaha! [gunshot]
That's what he gonna say: "They set me up, man." {Whoooo!}
I ain't even go through that...
(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
this stress got me feelin like an old man
and I stay on point for that red and gold van
its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro
cuz the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe
yo my rhyme will have u noddin, 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 IngleWood Blood
i mengle wit Thugs, my single will buzz
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 a bisquit
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 hound to dey spots
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 brawll
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!
I got the4-4 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 house, 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!!
[Verse 1:]
Dumar spaceships when the money comes
Garage call it area 51
Same clothes 5 days in a row
And I been up 4 this work gotta go
Pale yellow with that creamy white
I mean ivory elephant tusk white
I'm a southside killer g-unit gorilla
New phantom ghost paid cash at the dealer
I catch stunts in the booth god dammit
Sorta like clark kent in the daily planet
10 bitches topless in my park got
Big green house pretty bitches keep trimming
Down the weed plants, fuck the food stamps
Feds don't want a war cause we shoot shit
[Chorus: x2]
Peception is everything
That's why my chain is heavy, ring is heavy
Watch with the bezzy
Perception is everything
That's why my bitch pigeon toed
Bad bitch you take on the road
[Verse 2:]
I like when the weed mature fast
A young pyt mature ass
Slide to the mansion with a jimmy pipe her down
Now she all gassed up like cypher sounds
I pour liquor on pretty dames
They wipe me down like playstation 3 games
For the love of money, not a hall for fames
Bet these cardiar transition lens help a nigga aim
Hit your brain, your legs turn to spaghetti
Your better tell your goons get they straps ready
My homies is goblins call the ghostbusters
They leave many men under white covers
Yea, el chapo
You are now rocking with the greatest
It's the biggest underdog
[Chorus:]
Homie I stay strapped
Homie I stay strapped
Homie I stay strapped
Cause it's summertime
[Verse:]
I feel like rocky verse apollo
Niggaz tried to kill me sho my bentley at the pollo
I still love uptown, still love southside
I swear I cried when kev took his last ride
And lil tah struggled too he got 55
He killed a chinese man stuffed em in his own ride
Damn the hood so cold nigga
Damn my wrist so cold nigga
Damn my bitch so cold nigga
My chain heavy, refrigarator perry
I'm in the car pull lane, smoking solo dolo
Big fo fo middle finger fuck po po
[Chorus x2]
[Verse:]
It's hot outside the killing season begins
It's 80 outside niggaz is putting it in
They get it in with them 4 5's
They get it in with them mack 10's
They get it in with them 2 2 3's
Innocent people casualties
Yeaaaa, yeaaaaa, yeaaaaa
Innocent bystanders shot down
Ya know it's man down
Whooooooooooo kiddddddddddd
[News reporter:]
It is the chinese invention of gunpowder
That fast tracks are weapons family
On it's journey of destruction
Thanks too gunpowder artillery men finally get their range
[Intro:]
[kid talk] [kids ovation]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like?
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
[Tony Yayo:]
It's a sunny day in SouthSide, my man got tossed
Got his brains blew out on the handball court.
Word is T! - Said suttin' to Craig's baby-momma (what?)
Craig got upset, and shot him with the Llama. (BLAAT!) [gunshot]
Craig in the cut. - Blood niggaz put him up!
Plane in PA - land casual with' a slut.
And he still walk around with the semi that killed T
He let his big bro push and re-up in Philly.
What little do we know 'bout his Philly connect,
That nigga T had fear bleed, he'll filll he correct.
Craig re'd-up once. - Craig re'd-up twice!
Sour Diesel, two pounds, everything look nice.
But the third time, suttin' fishy. - The nigga Izzy.
And two goonies, the roof loony!
The Mack extended, Craig ran off like the Jamaicans in the Olympics
Jumped out the window when he got into British.
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like?
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?
[Bridge: Tony Yayo (French Montana)]
Put in work - this initiation! (huuh?)
Put in work - this initiation! (huuuuu?)
Put in work - this initiation! (Max whattup?)
Put in work - this initiation! (Yayo!)
[French Montana:]
Blood Life! Crip Life! G.D! Vice Lord!
Rodgers! - Tookie! - Hoover! - Larry yo!
Them El Salvador, MS-13
Niggaz bangin' - only 13! [gunshot]
Vice Lords love me like Jeff Gorde, if a nigga ask for it
Hit him from the back - put his brains on the dashboard. [shot]
They say OG Mack, brung the Bloods to the East around 9-3
In C-7-3! (7-3!)
Crips and G.D rep the 6! (rep the 6!)
Bloods and Vice Lords rep the 5! (rep the 5!)
OG Puddin'! (what?) - Corey bangin',
Them 46 Clover Boy niggaz do they thang. [shot]
Get shot for your flag on the wrong pocket, (pocket!)
You wanna know when them Coke Wave niggaz droppin'.
For my nigga Yay', "Shoot A Nigga Face Off"
In broadday - and tell 'em it's "Coke Wave"! [kids ovation]
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (Max B) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
What that Blood life be like? (Would be like...)
What that Crip life be like?
What's that Vice Lord life like? (Yayo!)
What's the G.D. life like? (French!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (yeah!)
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (Boss don't be fat!)
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation!
Put in work [gunshot] - this initiation! (g'eah!)
[Max B:]
I don't know [gunshot] - what it is to be Blood or Crip,
But I twerk. (twerk!) - Nigga it's the Silver Surf.
Got my lil' Gain Greene soldiers on deck, they waitin' to take jewels
They waitin' on the plate of food, wait to make a move [scream]
When I say so - Prego fallin' from the sky,
Laying all the baller guys, all of I. (I!)
Naw nigga! (no!) - you can't have none of the boss, Bigga
Leave a nigga corpse to quiver!
Frost and shivers. (shiver, yeah!)
Let's get that nigga in the Benzy gleamin' - the boy P.O. deliver.
Pieces all fresh out the factory - courtesy of streets, I'm blessed (blessed!)
My momma couldn't said it the best.
Started 1090's out in Trenton - and I ain't even Blood, I'm a dentist
Possibly facing a life sentence. (serious!)
I bet ship set out!
Streets is saying I got a so-called hit out. [gun cocks] - Get out! (boo!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
What that Blood life be like? {CAN'T FORGET... }
What that Crip life be like? {"THISIS50.COM"! }
What's that Vice Lord life like?
What's the G.D. life like?
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
Put in work - this initiation!
Put in work - this initiation! {SHADYVILLE... }
Put in work - this initiation! {DJs! }
Put in work - this initiation!
[Outro:]
MTV.COM!
[Tony Yayo:]
El chapo uh
Southside
Twin glocks call em morris 10's
Cause all the hate start coming money pouring in
My life is like a movie, a mellow drama
The usual suspects is always in the line up
Lil mama think she nicki minaj, barbie
I move the things like labarbie
Strategically I make moves, so thorough
Deniro and raging bull pedal to the metal
3's company 2 girls jack tripper
Hypothermia cause my neck off the glitter
Papaer plates on european objects
Got this nigga running zig zags through his projects
[Nyemiah Supreme:]
Yayo know gotta stay low
Bad bitch lil devil with a halo
Queens slow up to team got nuts for the green
Aim high head shots head boy make a bedrock
No need for the keys gotta deadlock
Who's hot, these hoe's drive like vegas nevada
For real try a little harder
I don't get it rodney the barber
I'm speeding drop top season
Top reason why he's leaving
Competing ma you tweeting
I'm winning just the beginning
No stopping how I'm popping
I hold weight you see these bars I'm dropping
[Landlord:]
Brings your cams out cause this shit right here a killer
Got em screaming for jacksons like the black girl gotta thriller
A queens trapper, you see the moneys what my teams after
My lifes the movie shooter gotta bobby lee swagger
The nicest baller in the game nobodies stickin em
Eagles in the green 7 now we mike vicking em
From beans to gallardos a g told hold your car note
A wildcat pointing for the green like I'm rondo
[Ox:]
Everything I own homes my pride possesion
Came from some wild dreads and live 5 connections
4 k a day hustle 3 days a week
I only give muxic the change but what's a hunnid k advance
I do that shit in no time
Do it like jamaicans at the dancehall on my slow grind
No credit, bunch of dead presidents co-sign
Bad bitches oh she like a summance she so fine
I'm betting you don't know dimes
Fuck is niggas dreaming, if everybody winning
Then who the fuck is charlie sheen
You and your man flipping birds
Oh he's kel and kenan
Even worse you's a smoker
You should jump through the roof
You smoke crack waste time
[Lexx 9 Eleven:]
I don't waste time arguning with these new rap niggas
Thinking they might blow
They wanna go audio I'd rather let the auti go
Northside the 40 no guns taller than shawty lo
White flying spur jenobi san antonio
Niggas won't approach you but thugging and through some pro tools
Little niggas beef ain't real I call it tofo
Queens know I'm heavy know through all the back blocks
Lexx 9 eleven heart made outta that black box
Blow a bitch socks and I don't break a cent on loot
These bitches blow me like hot soup cause I'm the truth
Headed a track meet miss me with all that rap beef
[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
(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City
America welcome to the land of the brave
America welcome to the land of the slave
Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage
Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways
The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced
Everything ain't all gravy baby niggas subject to change
And it gotta be the paper cause niggas is actin strange
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage
Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays
And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves yo
[Eminem Talking:]
Aiyo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now
The official, the biggest bootlegger on the planet, the biggest bootlegger
On the planet, He will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home he will bootleg it
It will be sold in China Town at your local bodega
It doesn't matter, he is DJ Whoooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City
America welcome to the land of the brave
America welcome to the land of the slave
Where they do anything for money the consequences is the cage
Follow the path of a dummy hop a fence into they grave
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways
The enemies get what they deserve the innocents get disgraced
Everything ain't all gravy baby niggas subject to change
And it gotta be the paper cause niggas is actin strange
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin, heart full of rage
Feelin dirty from haze as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition theres 30 30s and Kays
And them Trays hold me down like that Du Rag thats on ya waves bro
America welcome to the land where they kill
America welcome to the land where they steal
Where niggas'll call ya bluff 'till you let 'em know shit is real
And material shit'll make bitches head over heels
Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
Where they shoot at cops, and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool
Where the girls lose they virginity in elementary school
Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains
Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim
Where niggas are ghetto fabulous pullin them nice whips
Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks whoa
America welcome to the land where they frame you
America welcome to the land where they hang you
Where it doesn't pay to live without sin don't be a angel
In a regular day just chillin a bullet can reaarange you
Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance too
The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you
I'm from South Side Jamaica where convicts and stars are born
Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new cars gone
Where niggas that you grew up with are speedin and smokin crack
Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and theres no way to get 'em back
Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya stack
Its kinda hard to keep ya cool when theres constant heat on ya back
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
New York City thats where I stay
Where every day is foul play
We got ours so you should have yours
Cause it won't be no warnings when its time to go to war
New York City thats where I'm from
I got my vest I got my gun
And you should run
If you ain't got one
Cause it won't be no warnings when them niggas' fours come
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yo Banks, let me shine
I got *Timberwolves in Minnesota*
And got them *New York Knicks* up in that baking soda homie
I cross over with Rugers in *Vancouver when its grizzly*
In a *Portland Trailblazer* if your ass don't hit me
You get shot in your *cavs in Cleveland*
Start bleedin', and now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season
Yo I'm rollin' *phillies up with the 76ers*
And got my *heat up in Miami* on the beach with my niggas
And them hos from *Atlanta is hawkin*
Cuz they see them *Denver nuggets* on my neck while my ass is walkin'
Stash the gun
Now I'm in *Phoenix sun*
Cuz I'm a *Golden State warrior* that stay on the run
I'm in the truck
Countin' up *Milwakee bucks*
And I stay with the wratchet cuz thats whats up
I got a *wizard in DC* that chef up o's
So I'm livin like a *king in Sacramento*
When I'm out in *Chicago I'm on some bullshit*
You know semi automatic I stay with a full clip
With them *Houston rockets*
Baby nine in my pocket
Hypnotic and balm chronic
Bang you with the *sonics*
I'm that nigga that'll *Los Angeles clip you*
Slow your *pace in Indiana* when you countin' them figures
Yo I'm out in *New Orleans whoadie duckin' them warrants
You get stung by my Mac like a batch of hornets*
Time to splurge like the *San Antonio Spurs*
I got rings like a *Laker* bubble *celtic birds*
Disappear like *magic, Dallas mavericks* in the gat
And I'll *Detroit piss* on you while you lyin on your back
Strip shorty out her bra you know I get ass
Cause the kid big ballin' like the *Utah Jazz*
*Toronto Raptors* style Yay is a vet
I move like a *Net*
So cut that check nigga
[Tony Yayo talking:]
Its the playoffs nigga, ya'll niggas ain't think I could rap like that huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Hefner nigga, Its the Talk Of New York,
Matter fact I'll change my shit to top of New York nigga,
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June
Ya'll niggas can't rap ya'll ain't got no money
Broke ass niggas
Its the real Talk Of New York
Niggas tryin to bite my name and shit while I'm gone ha ha
Top Of New York nigga I'm changin' my shit, a.k.a. 12 12's 58 58's nigga
I did that just cause the playoffs is right now
You bumass niggas
Curtis "Interscope" Jackson, nigga
He shootin a million, a 60 million,
Matter fact a hundred million dollar movie right now
My man Buck, G Unit South, Buck Marley, Sha Millions nigga
Talk Of New York Tony Yayo, Olivia, It don't stop
We got video games, movies, liqour deals and ya'll niggas is mad huh?
You bumass niggas
I hear these bumass niggas rhymin on freestyles
Ya'll niggas is fuckin trash
I just did that to show ya'll niggas how to rap
Tony Yayo, blueprint I follow 50's blueprint nigga yeah
I'm poppin' shit nigga
Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin album, pussy, fuck
And niggas better.. My date is June 27th if you ain't know
If you come that month you better push back
Cause my shit is straight crack nigga
I might call myself Tony Crack no no Tony Dope
Nah Tony Yayo nigga ha ha yeah
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
I'm eating rappers like piranhas in that amazon
I wake up, eat, sleep with my hammer on
The streets love me I be on my image
Foreign brauds, foreign cars and the windows tinted
Got h on the sneaker, I'm fly everyday like everydays easter
With a bad senorita
Holdin a ruger, bumpin amudulla
Smoked out lexus, boxed with antudas
A mean redbone with a mean pussy print
Lonely nights I wonder where that pussy went
But I ain't pussy whipped, marine blue whip
30 shot clip if these fuck boys try to trip
And fuck the pigs nigga I hate cops
The bugged my man routine traffic stop
Rats bitin on new borns in new orleans
In the belly of the beast boy chasing dreams
Jesus piece filled with that ice liquor
I could bag a brick with a plastic knife nigga
I could book a key blindfolded
The hermeez sweater say a woman hand sewed it
I'm a baller, like shaq's size
I mix the kush up with the hindu
And mon freaky spreaks like chris angel
I gotta mean back stroke like michael phelps
Karate kangaroos match the big h on the belt
I ball like chris ball, I drink the crystal
I love hoodrats and vicky models
I'm in hot wheels ya know fast cars
Y'all are renters, those are not yours
Nigga I floss the dope and the crack man
I'm tryna burn 68 mill like the joker did in batman
Grey and black louie demands I'm straight thuggin it
My flows like mickie d's nigga they loving it
Ba ba ba ba ba, I'm in a spaceship
Strawberry cough you would think I'm smoking laced shit
Look at the bracelt, vvs stones bitch
Niggaz hate me cause they ain't on they own dick
I got swag, I don't mean to brag
And if I need to know the price then I won't pop the tag
Nigga, I'm in a drop jag, paper tag, black mag, black mask
I put you in a body bag
You an r.n I'm extrordinary
Niggaz don't know me cause they ordinary
I'm unordinary, I'm unorthadox
My ak I'l put big foot in a box
[Chorus:]
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
It's off with his head, it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
Drop a bag then it's off with his head
[Chorus x3: Money Mayweather]
Aww duffle bag, that I'l hold it all
Week before we leave nigga we'll throw it off
We'll throw it off, we, we'll throw it off
We'll throw it off, we, we'll throw it off
[Canary Yellow Checllo:]
I'm one of these rain boys
And when we in the strip club we bring the duffles
So I advise all these hoes they better bring a shovel
Ma you dancing in a bowl of frankies
Chattin in my ear what she wanna do to thank me
I'm still ordering the same rosey
I stunt cause I know these niggaz in the game knows me
That's why my arms longer than james posey
And it's an honor just to let these fucking lames know me
The kid real careful bout who he fuck with
I put g's on your head like a gucci bucket
My watch gotta 100 diamonds
And when they see it hit the sun till they stomach blinding
I circle in a benz like the chronic sequence
I'm shitting on em think I had colonic treatment
Frek told me never make a sale unless it's 20
And never leave a paper trail unless it's funny
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
The coupe come with obama tints
Lil mama watch a pimp cause she love the limp
Swimming in this money, 200 metre butterfly
Jet come with greddo with the thick thighs
It's all bout the benjamins throw it out the gucci duffle
These gold diggin strippers better get they shovels
Cause it's money in this bitch, g-unit filthy rich
Gucci bag with the red and green stitch
V.I.p, the owner always show love
He press the button like bernie mac in the players club
Uh, oyur holdin like the feds ma
Throw this money in the sky and watch it fly
5 for a big butt, amber rose cut
I took her to the brits and I fuck
We in them 2-11 foreign cars that never stall
We ball, these hoes know we throw it all
[Chorux x2]
(P-reala)
In my life time I only knew 1 president
Ben franklin the rest is irrelavent
The black hockey bag, well that can hold it all
Gucci duffle bag, well that can hold the raw
The mannnn, you can reach for the louie
The mannnn, you can reach for the gucci
Pow, pow, slugs fly for the lucci
Pow, pow, people die for the lucci
I go to the bank, I fill up the duffle
Later hit the club do the jacky ray shuffle
Throw money to the crowd, watch em fight and scuffle
Throw a 100g's and watch em all tussle
God done seen a little bit, but I done seen it all
Fuck a little bit, I'm a throw it all
Disrespect the cake, I do the cash what
Gucci duffle bag, full of green caught
[Money Mayweather:]
I'm going duffle bag crazy
50 racks in the trunk in a gucci bag baby
Hellll naw, hell naw, I didn't but that for you
I just need you to drive and make it do what it do
When we touch down and all the hand to hands is through
We can slide to the mall and I'l cop ya the boots
The bag is for the bands, I say the bag is for the bands
And them bows, and them bricks, and them burners, and them bands bitch
I swear to god them all beans
Not the shit I just said, but this bag I just received
From my vato puncho I came here to meet
Chi town my town shit I'm here every week
Ey, and he don't speak a no english
But he know that duffle bags stand for green in green shit
Ey, and he don't speak a no english
But he know them double g's stand for green and green shit
[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!
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Yea you wanna die rock a bye baby
Out the cars and slugs fly rock a bye baby
Your moms and wife cry rock a bye baby
Let me tell you a lullaby rock a bye baby
[Tony Yayo:]
Coke price went up theeres a snitch in the area
Plus the block hot like case of malaria
Keep your head above water and stay on your feet
We can shoot out in the street like deniro in heat
Low in the seat, low in the jeep
I got ya hoe sneaking out while you goin asleep
Yeaaaaaaaa
Low in the lotus eclipse
It's an all black whip like michael knight shit
G-unit familia I die for my family
I'm machine gun kelly 50's meyer lansky
I wake up to granite and marble floors
And got hoes like janet in menage a trois
I know, killers, kidnappers and car thieves
Sheisty bitch set you up tryin to cut cheese
You get swiss cheesed real niggaz don't die
We get high fuck bitches and we multiply
[Chorus x2]
[Mel Matrix:]
Got the work from the og's who kill low coasts weed
Nigga never die his mouth gotta slow leak
Bullet hit his body leave em crying like bo peep
When it's only braggin know the goons get no sleep
Better yet we lettin it fly baby
My whole gang down for that rockabye baby
Never stand naw take the chair and fry baby
Yayo give me the word lettin it bang crazy
You know my attitude let's rock
Let the semi blow put ya brains on the next block
I'm the party yea chump gon take the next stop
I'm the big homie you flintstone like bedrock
Wear a vest you wanna avoid the headshot
Crime scene yellow tape target head lead pop
Put it in if the situation crack
And we ever get knocked never snitch and that's a fact
[Chorus x2]
[Sticko:]
I could show you fuckers how to get a bird up
Then take a bad bitch to burdoffs
A duck hunt in my hood I knock a bird up
Blow shots at your coupe then let the whip swerve off
Cheah, blicky all about payday
Alphabet killer I let the k spray
On some g shit these lames won't be shit
Can't leave off the block that's why they never see shit
The watch cost a few bucks
I'm in the fast lane moving past a few bucks
Took a bullet from a brother now I'm off the meter
It's lghts out when the beams jumping out the nina
I'm on a big screen the haters watching
Bein broke and set back seen the fucking options
50 told me that this shit can get crazy
So once he point the finger it's rocka bye baby
50 Cent polyphonic ringtones
50 Cent sheet music
Concert tickets
[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
[Intro:]
Black friday nigga
Yea it's the unit it's the kid yayo
Ain't nobody loyal, the fiends ain't loyal
That nigga buck ain't loyal
Fuck my industry ain't loyal
Ain't nobody loyal in this rap shit man
Crack shit dope shit on this whole game man
But it is what it is
[Verse:]
Who put this shit together nigga me
The guns I got should be in scarface 3
Oops I skipped 2 niggas they extort you
For icing on a cake and pieces of that candle
I keep a gun the streets is dumb
Cause these homies treat life like a piece of gum
It's a black friday, watch time go fast
My nigga turn in his grave if I don't blast
[Repeat]
Police killed with they flashlights just another homo
R.I.p to that nigga kenny lazzo
These fiends ain't loyal you get knocked on a humble
Get yo ass ate up ny like a jungle
The strong survive eat the weak
So my gun got more shells than easter week
I used to go to the church and let the preacher speak
And tell em all of my sins when my soul was weak
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Singing: woman]
I know to make it show and work
I'm headin towards hollywood to put in work
I wanna be a milionaire
I wanna be a movie god
(Tony yayo)
She's my red bottom girl
Red bottom girl [x6]
Her beauty striking like brazilian cobras
Brazilian chick italian heels in the range rover
Uh, she in them cinderella red bottoms
They 2000 I know cause my bitch got em
She like to shop on rodeo
Best friend use to fuck ocho
Don't love hoes, but I love my red bottom girl
She got her own bank account bein around the world
Red bottom girl, these rappers over glamourize
Got her in pair a too la boo and then the sky
Materialistic she know lipstick
Got the leppar prints of a sax 5th
She hit the floor and she steal the room
She in the summer line before june
Pretty face, good waist and a real good fashion sense
My red bottom girl know she the shit
[Chorus]
[Singing: woman]
I wanna be a millionaire
I wanna be a movie god
I wanna be sippin my drink on the sunset strip
Be ahnging out with all the stars
[Tony Yayo:]
She wanna be on the red carpet at the oscars
Or at the grammies next to gaga
Rakey and mills, make a family jada and will
Be in the white house 1st lady michelle
She put her favorite on the b.b.m page
Gotta high heel cake for her birthday
Hey, go head it's your birthday
She buy her own bottles other bitches looking thirsty
And, she ain't f'ing with them broke niggaz
Man up onow it's bein a monute since she roped a nigga
My red bottom girls heartless I can't tame her
She bein through too much, so I can't blame her
[Chorus]
tony yayo**
them bullets comin like the grim reapa, they hurt like natural birth without anesthesia, every lil n*gga got sour they scrambblin, theyll carjack for ya shit out in the ??, new jersey drive, in desperate times, we do desperate things to survive, u cant bring a knife to a gun fight, scandlous hoes will set u up tryin to pipe, he only 13 make the front page, shot a boy down for his 13 flip greys, and jordan is a billionaire, his momma cryin i woulda got another pair, we hold court in the streets with our issues, fuck 3 years if we caught with our pistols, we lock it down like pitbulls, and if the feds start coming its a pit fall
hook**
its a recession in the street, and it aint gettin bettaaaa
im married to the game, for the worse or the bettaaaa
make sure my o.j. gloves and mask fit, mask fit
maino**
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yea
[Chorus:]
Shit ain't neva gon change, fuck it
Load up the k, we gon take em to war
We can do it broad day, right in front of the store
We can do it anytime, ain't no reason to talk
[Repeat]
[Verse:]
I said a lil coke money won't hurt nobody
Gotta coke and a smile in a black mazerati
If I run up on this nigga with this loaded llama
I'm a squeeze on his body like an anaconda
I got them chickens homie money ain't a thing
And if you a wolf nigga show me your fangs
2 hoes nuvo, yea tasting like wine cooler
I'm in the club sweating with my 9 ruger
But that's everyday shit
My man big sean need an everyday [gunshot]
A mexican with a trail a long
Multi, and 1 fucking year bro
Look at the gear yo nuttin but d.g
I'm a brainiac you a riri
I smoke good like an indian in tipi
Girls give me einstein brain off a gp
The louie sweatsuit is 27 hunnid
And that's rainy day shit when I'm get blunted
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
[Mike Tyson:]
There's never been anybody ruthless. (OOOOHHHH!)
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey there's no one like me, I'm from their claw.
There's NO ONE who can match me!
My style is IMPETUS!
My defence is IMPREGNABLE!
[Chorus:]
Can't trust my friends, can't trust my enemies
Can't trust these hoes, I can't trust this industry
Everybody out to get me but
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
It's mo money mo problems
[Verse:]
The Unit ain't been the same
But I'm a hold this shit, down the streets screamin my name
I got so cool beef with you know who
I just bought 30 swammies to supply the crew
This weed got me paranoid, you feel it in the air
If I get too paranoid, I shoot the engineer
Yea, I'm flyin in a Lear from Estonia
I got the sniper money I just spent a home on ya
When it's time to ride, there's a Hum (mer) full of niggaz
When it's time for a show, there's a Bent (ley) full of niggaz
Snake ass niggaz is reptiles
Till I shoot em up fill em up with projectiles
Stay focused, these faggots in European cars
Only thing European is the wood on the Rolls
Hudred EX with the suicide doors
My car give you a hug to strike a pose
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
Respect violence you a wolf or a sheep
You a come up real niggaz wanna eat
A vegetarion you ain't got beef
You can shoot horror movies in the streets
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Nigga
Desperate times call for desperate measures
So let me measure my shit up
I seen some geekans take a hit of that basin straight bust a nut
Back in 80's when I was a baby with basins was just blowin up
When all of the pages was gangstas who gave the game straight to us
Everyday I spray my nuts on the ghetto pavement
And them hanging, my handcocked and my pants saggin
And reef was thanking I don't give a fuck about the set you banging or streets you claiming
Cause can't no colors or twisted fingers keep me slanging
Bicth I'm staright from scary gary city
Where our cemetary ghosttown it goes down
Posting up obituary
Old souls and old transport old getting candy
Niggaz I know can get you what you need and get you buried
No bring no niggaz round my spot I hate randoms
Acting like I don't you I don't even take chance
A 100 in the streets and the police can't stand
So hit me on the pager 1-800-straight slanger
[Tony Yayo:]
My mic is like transparent poison
Drop top phantom with them hoes in
See I'm lookin and I'm smellin like I'm making millions
Got the god se ya paper filled with sour filling
And the sours is the system
Ain't no tellin if I fuck or I diss em I'm a pimp by tradition
Gettin head in the bentley on the way home
Still making power moves on the cell phone
Cesars palace dropping them big bets
More chips than the chipmunks and chippettes
New lex that park itself
When you telling war stories don't mark yourself
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
Louie houserobe, hermeez slips
Cause the strip on lockshaw, michael vick
And if the feds flip, you know I got that case money
In the club it's rozay by the case homie
Ak 47 wake up the dead
Fuck a kingpin charge nigga duck the feds
My skin made outta gingerbread
Your bitch pullin on me like a cigarette
20 rozays in an ice bowl
Confetti fallin out the sky like the rose bowl
I'm in my old school with them flip flop colors
Bumpin biggie smallz for them hip hop lovers
[Mike Epps:]
Check this out man!
This yo' main man, partner man; Day-Day, Mike Epps!
Baby Powder, pimpin' got uh... pimpin' got in my blood.
And I just want let you know right now you listen to that G-Unit Part 11! [echoes]
Yayo's home on home-detention, right now eatin'... barbecue sandwiches and... chipses shit!
Havin' all Cadillac, different Puerto Rican bitches with puppy pitbulls step into the crib!
So make sure you ride to Yayo's home and check him out...
And give him a celebration to come home on home-detention!
Welcome home Yayo!
[Intro:]
[Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it's 2010, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] The Unit!
[Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what's happening?
[Tony Yayo:] What's good Soulja!
[Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Remix!
[Soulja Boy:]
I'm a superstar bitch, get your telescope! (yup!)
All eyes on me like a microscope! (yup!)
Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain't never seen (yup!)
I'm flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine.
And girl jumpin' on my dick like a trampoline (yup!)
Each instrumental it's a different murder scene. (yup!)
19 living all my motherfuckin' dreams (yup!)
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans.
If you left the game they wouldn't miss him
I kicked in the door, fucked up the whole system!
Couldn't explain how this shit feel
I'm real important like a hundred dollar bill! (yup!)
E'rybody want me! - Yeah, they want a piece of me!
Attack all you want man there ain't no defeatin' thee.
S.O.D terror! (yup!) - Yeah, it's new era! (yup!)
Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era.
Nigga I'm good for ya - like a vitamin.
250 G's just to make my tire spin.
S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening,
Hoes at my party but we didn't invite the bitch. (Yayo: REMIX!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
[Tony Yayo:]
Rockerfella law (yup!) - Cut a lot a time (yup!)
I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!)
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!)
The last bake and the fiends are flocking.
We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. - But don't miss me!
"More money, more power" that's the motto!
That's why the US assassinated Pablo. (assassinated Pablo)
I read palms and the Bible (Bible!)
They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to.
Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!)
My whole neck froze! (uh-huh!) - We Steve Nash hoes. (uh-huh!)
S.O.D/G-Unit we G'd up (G'd up!)
Move 10 bricks now it's time to re-up! (re-up!)
I move around with the Nina
With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (daaaamn!)
"New York State Of Mind" (yup!) - like Billy Joel (yup!)
I Godfather the blunt - the whole Philly swoll. (pick that up, man!)
All my cars are clean - the new and old (VRRRM!)
I'm fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. (that's my cousin!)
Bitches talking 'bout a nigga like Miss Info
I'm in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. (uh-huh!)
Me and Soulja ridin' round in the Lambo' (uh-huh!)
We gettin' money so we ain't cuffing no hoe! (YEAH!)
[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
Shout to wu-tang on this 1
This my favorite part
Yea y'all don't like this 1
I had to drop the swine flu 2 quick
Cause 50 about to drop real soon
Pandemic nigga y'all know what it is
I'm a rick ross killer nigga
Daytona 500 shit
Swine flu part 2 pandemic, pandemic
I'm a triple c's killer nigga
I'm a godzilla killer nigga
How it feel nigga to have money on your head
Get at me bullet raise your bitch now she look like cassie
Desert eagle, whole a pound grip shoot down a helicopter
Black hawk down shit, huh
I'm like oil to a arab
Boil up the cocaine watch the shit cook fast
Louie headband, smoking headband
I'm a rockstar girls when a jet land
The true religions, 40 g's
40 g's off a metro p.c
I'm in d.c with a kay verdian
Ethopian models what a nigga swimming in
Your nuts in the sand cause you not buzzing
Def jam split your maket money stop bugging
Look at the soundscan fat boy at 303
You can't beat eminem, can't beat 50
I'm in peo peo, with a chick from rio
Some red drink the bitch fill my g-oles
Ak in the backseat fight nigga
My shooter like freddy kruegar in a heist nigga
Google that, I got book of stacks
I'm in the booger babies with them nigga naps
I get nigga clapped, niggaz make me sick
Give a nigga dap he like a nigga on my dick
So fuck everybody, I'm crushing empires
2 hoes on me, like vampires
Latex birthday sex like jeremih
Phantom ex and I'm riding on them thin tyres
I said I'm riding on them thin tyres nigga
Fucking heard that nigga
Biggest underdog man
Fuck, I'm tired of niggaz driving past me and shit
Huh, fuck man
I guess I take it to the streets
It's all I got
It's the unit swine flu 2
Pandemic, b what up, tony what up
Does pesc on the boards nigga
Best producer out in queeens nigga
Y'all niggaz know what it is
Hardcore, whole 160 what ya want
Yea, westside, my nigga blue hefner
And the general 50 nigga
It's our summer
[Mike Tyson from "Sugar Hill (1993) ":]
[Raynathan Skuggs:]
Raise up, and step outta my mothafuckin' face!
You gon' catch a bad break cause I'm a rain on your ass like white on rice!
[Mark Doby:] You don't wanna fuck with me!
[Raynathan Skuggs:] H-h-hhh! [imitating engine starts] BOOYAH!
[Raynathan & dude:] Haha-hah!
[Raynathan Skuggs:] Haha!
[Chorus: x2]
Weed and hennessy let's ride nigga
Let's ride nigga, let's ride nigga
[Repeat]
[Verse:]
I got a hand full of money, and pockets full of drugs nigga
Precites the felon this is for my thug niggas
Mama praying when I'm walking the streets
Cause they boys on the corner keep calling police
Yeaaa, the lil homies cold blooded
Shorty got his shotty in his pants leg walking in the public
Feds chase a nigga right off the block
And I'm staying out them clubs from them hip hop cops
I watch, all my friends and watch all my enemies
In the room paranoid with 10 set a keys
And 10 set a keys, is 10 set a keys
I flip flop the colors, on 10 set a v's
The life of a hustler that just wanna ball
I keep a 44, in my project hoe
A street nigga ny know
I drink rosay like a fucking whino
We can get it shaking like a stripper panties
I'm smoking half a pounds, y'all niggas tryna ante
Rest in peace to granite, she died at 1.03
There's a million you's, but there's just 1 of me
I got my antiques on with my fucking free t-shirt
Fuck a cd I'm bagging up that work
[Intro: Young Buck]
Hahaaaaa!
Ayo Yayo! [shot]
Ayo you off parole now, nigga.
LET'S GOOOOO!
Hahaaa!
Ayo, man!
These niggaz musta forgotten, man...
Nigga we run these streets, nigga!
G-UNIT! LET'S GO!
[Young Buck {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
We let you niggaz pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers (YEAH!)
Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers. (hahaaaaa!)
And it's the motherfuckin' thanks we get
I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Bank$ shit. {DIVA!}
Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels {whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool. (COOL!)
Where's the rules? (HUUUH?) - My little girl watchin' the tube
And she don't need to see another nigga kissin' a dude. (WHATTA FUCK?!) {HAHA!}
BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards
There wasn't enough metal detectors at the door.
Lord! (YEEEEEEAAAAH!) - Don't let this industry injure me,
I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn 23! {LOADY MACK!}
Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free, (WHAT?) ("DJ WHoo Kid! ")
So all you rap niggas better get used to me. (OKAAAY!)
Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be. (HEEEEEEEEEEEY!)
G-U-N-I-T! - Holla back! {DAMN!}
[Tony Yayo:]
You started, I fell off, my album did 700!
So fuck with 55, I'm in a 600!
Level-4 Vest got the.50 on me,
And if I ever go broke, I spend 50's money!
Nigga fresh off tour - from Sweden to Germany! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Chill on my dick - so these hoes ain't burnin' me
Bentley flyin' spur - interior burgandy!
Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me. {YAYO!}
Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells
And I'm tryna make a half a mill - off of 12-12s!
My little mouse gun - hold 12 shells!
And if we get locked up, we postin' 12 bails!
Antiques, Gucci Sneaks, they cost 12 bills
For my next 2 albums I need 12 mills. (YEAH!)
I'm the MVP, the "Most Valuable Playa"!
I'm in your mp3 playa. - So hate nigga! (YEAH!) {WHITE BOY!}
[Interludes (Snoop from "The Wire"):]
[Snoop:]
My man Tony Yayo, "Finally Off Papers", you heard me?
That's the "Talk Of" [echoes], "Top Of" [echoes] New York!
[Yayo:] Yeah, nigga I ain't pissin' in no more cups! You know what time it is, nigga!
[Snoop:] Yeah, no more cups! None of that free playa, man!
[Yayo:] Smokin' and jokin' and totin'...
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on, nigga! [beat stops]
[Yayo:] Fo' real nigga!
[Snoop:] Put yo' wings on!
[Tony Yayo Talking:]
Yeah its the Talk Of New York Tony Yayo GGGGG G Unit
And I'd like to thank Game cause hes Mr. Potato Head of the year
Put together gangsta, Change Of Heart ass nigga
I'd like to thank Fat Joe for not sellin any records
34,000 this week its such a horrible thing
I'd like to thank Cassidy, no I can't thank Cassidy I'm a wish him luck
Cause I don't him to be in the Supermax with Kool Aid on his lips and high
heel pumps nigga ya'll niggas is pussy man Tony Yayo said it and
FUCK D-BLOCK! ya'll niggas stop coppin pleas man ya'll niggas know
I know you know, I know what you talk about, and DJ Coward you pussy
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Fat Joe won't sell, Jada won't sell, Cassidy won't sell so they mad as hell
I'm in ATL, Yayo be flossin
loose diamonds got the kid big bossin
We can conversate, over eggs in Deamano's estate
Out of town I break legs for Castellano cake
Feds clock cause my watch is what Jacob make
And Cristal in the bottle help me operate
So who you gonna nominate?
I'm high rate
Through the whole Tri State
Yo my daily rhymes dominate
Its time to splurge and let the icebergs glisten
Now listen, to every word heard in this verbalition
Start something you on milk cartons missing
Disappear in thin air like thoughts of a magician
Now pay attention, my rhymes is hot transmission
Your rhymes is hootrocks that you keep on fixing
Its the technician, that migrate in the system
When I hit heavens gate, I'm going straight for a victim
Even for god's sake I might take his position
The bread I bake, make a steak in the kitchen
Roll with ex-cons in armed Expeditions
Dismantle MCs like time bombs clicking
Tick, tick, tick boom
The Unit hot like the sun in the month of June
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
[Olivia:] I make it hot... {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] G-Unit! {P. BLACKK!}
[Olivia:] I make it hot! {OLIVIA ALBUM...}
[50 Cent:] Olivia, let's go! {COMIN' SOON!}
[Lloyd Bank$:]
What's up ladies? - I'm back baby!
The Boywonder got the club goin' crazy. (yeah!)
I'm two-steppin' in my armor in my 80
But I ain't in the VIP unless they pay me. (uh!) (whooooooooooooooooooooo!)
It's like I practice stuntin' - ma I have ya matress jumpin' (uh-huh!)
And I know it sounds like I'm frontin'. - But I ain't... {SADA POP!}
Jerk! - Ya body, and work work 'em proudly,
Go and hurt somebody if I don't hit that. (uh!)
If you don't see 'em with me don't ask bout 50, (uh-huh!)
Cause if he was here, he'd be standin' right here. (yeah!)
And if you don't care so much about my fame
Then why you keep starin' at my chain? [echoes]
[Interlude: Eminem]
The, {Whoooooo!} the color really doesn't matter to me.
Uhm... I would probably say... the uuh... the bra size...
The uuuh... the ass size.
And as long as she doesn't have a recorder in her pocket...
Got a lot of freestyle... for Whoooo Kiiiiid!
His next mixtape!
[Intro x2: in the background]
[Olivia:] I make it hot... {HAHA!}
[50 Cent:] G-Unit!
[Olivia:] I make it hot!
[50 Cent:] Olivia, {OLIVIA!} let's go!
[Lloyd Bank$:]
What's up ladies? - I'm back baby!
The Boywonder got the club goin' crazy. (yeah!)
I'm two-steppin' in my armor in my 80 (yeah!)
But I ain't in the VIP unless they pay me. (uh!) (whooooooooooooooooooooo!)
It's like I practice stuntin' - ma I have ya matress jumpin' (uh-huh!)
And I know it sounds like I'm frontin'. - But I ain't...
... Jerk! Ya body, and work work 'em proudly,
Go and hurt somebody if I don't hit that. (uh!)
If you don't see 'em with me don't ask about 50, (uh-huh!)
Cause if he was here he'd be standin' right here. (yeah!) {BLACK YEAR!}
And if you don't care so much about my fame
Then why you keep starin' at my chain? - I'm doin' my thing!
From the club to the telly on a late niiight
Box of Magnums sippin' hen, finna get riiight
Check-out time ain't 'til dayliiight {CAN'T FORGET...}
{MIXTAPE...} From the club to the {USA!} telly on a late night.
[Olivia:]
Ooh baby you know I like it when you feel on me
Pullin' on my waist I'm feelin' energy.
Gettin' kinda hard to keep ya hands off meeeeee. (yeah right there!)
So slide a little lower put ya hands on my thigh
Maybe I know you like it if - that riiight.
I'm a show you how to make it last all niiiiiiiight
Now let me see you shake it! {Whoooooo!}
[Chorus: Olivia]
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (yeyeyeyeeaaaah!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (uuuuuuuuuuuh!) [Eminem:] (DJ Whoooooo Kiiiiiiid!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party!
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (yeyeyeyeyeaaaaaaah!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (yeeeeayeeeeaaaahhh!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
Don't hurt nobody {SAP!} up in this party!
Twist it! Shake it! {MIXTAPE...} Bend but don't break it! {USA!}
[Olivia:]
Mix a little Hypno with some Hennessey
Like the way this jig goes when it goes through me.
Think I need to stop because I'm feelin' tipsy. (one more drink!)
Baby now I can't stop cause I'm in the zone
Shorty keep it comin' boy I'm grown
I don't wanna finish this dance alone. - Ooooh, I wanna see ya. {G-UNIT RADIO!}
[Chorus: Olivia]
Twist it! Shake it! (baaaaaybe!) Bend but don't break it! (shaake that thang!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (uuuuuuuh!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party! (baaaybeee!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (yeeeeaaayeeeaaahh!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it!
Work that body {CAN'T FORGET...} gettin' so crazy! {AMADU!}
Don't hurt nobody up in this party! {14 STREET!}
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!)
[Bridge: Olivia]
Go! Go! Go! Down low. Shake it fast for me!
Work - your body! Don't hurt - nobody, up in this - party!
Now let me see ya go! Go! Go! Down low, {G-UNIT RADIO!} shake it fast for me! {PART 11!}
Work - your body! Don't hurt - nobody, up in this - party! {BLACK JACK!}
Now let me see ya!
[Chorus: Olivia]
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! {MAN DOG!}
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (uuuuuuuuuhuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party!
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (I let me see you shake it!)
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! (uuuuuuuuuuuuh!)
Work that body gettin' so crazy! (ooooooooohhh, yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah!)
Don't hurt nobody up in this party! {HAULYNNE!}
Twist it! Shake it! Bend but don't break it! [beat fades out]
[Interlude: Eminem]
Whassup everybody?
I'm Eminem!
I'm right here in New York, right now...
Gpg 4
Keep raining on these niggaz man
I'm for the streets ya heard me
Yea, yea
Amazona piranhas concrete jungle
Christmas time on the humble kill chris cringle
I got dope on the streets fuck another single
My shiney a.p got her on my d.I.c.k
Enforcer like rebay
Kabo 10 weather no time for envy
Bounce through l.a, blue and red pelle
In and out burger, porn star in the tele
And she my motivation like kelly
Reverse cowgirl it, smoking on the swishay
Mack mentality all you niggaz squares
Capkin red bottoms got a million pairs
Christian lebouers I'm off that
Lavids on my feet cost a nigga some more rats
All the real niggaz, are dead or in jail
And the fed system tryin to kill niggaz with them cells
Bail jumper judge sayin I'm a flight risk
1 squad out gotta play the night shift
Cops wanna taze me beat me with they night sticks
Swine flu part 2 nigga the pandemic
Uh swine flu part 2 nigga
The red pelle hold a llama I'm a
Red belly pirnaha, clips banana
Check my persona I gets all your free times
Drive past a hater give him half of a peace sign
[Repeat]
I smoke exotic my bitch exotic
Scene is the aspens she feeling erotic
Hot tub in the moutain
Your boy frank getting you hot rubbed from the suckden
You ain't about nothing
We get that dope, we get that guap
We get the lookers we rockin bookers
We get that cheddar we living better
On the yaught just like a sailor
On the g5 I'm so high
G-unit we on top, it's hot
You hate we on top, and we won't stop
[Chorus:]
Climb to the top nigga
Won't stop we gon climb to the top nigga
Never fell off we gon climb to the top nigga
Huh keep climbing to the top nigga
Lloyd banks gon climb to the top nigga
50 cent gon climb to the top nigga
Yayo gon climb to the top nigga
G-unit we climbing to the top
Sha money what's good
Panademic, I mean pandemic
When I use them big words I fuck up myself you know
You know that's what happened before everything nigga
Y'all niggaz know what it is man
It's the unit baby
Yea, I would like to thank
Thisis50.com a million downloads all the fans out there
Appreciate it they hate, all the bloggers
Booboo tv also
Can't forget miss info tv
Rapbasement.com
Hiphopdx.com
Toletpuulet.com
Hip hop game, media takeout
Rap radar, global grind
Real talk, d-live, concrete lou
I'm on y'all man
Tmz, even the one's that's hating man
Nahright we love y'all to man
Ha ha ha ha
I'm into the game like 50 man
Tryna get rich, yeaaaaa
I ain't gon talk too much
Like I said shout out thisis50
[Tony Yayo:]
From brownsville to southside jamiaca queens
Luck what's good nigga
Top fyfe
[Tony Yayo:]
Punky bags of the hash, stashbox hold the heat
I light 4 up and randall puts on a beat
Is this money good green or bad venom
Fans love michael vick when his ass winning
I'm everything you hate lord please repent em
Semi auto and a nice damn full extension
And I'm found of them hood rats
I hit the bail bondsman my lil niggas worth that
A.a 12 break your arm tryna twerk that
6 feet deep tuck you in for a dirt nap
My dumb dumb arsenal I'l rip of parts of you
British millitary bullets blow all in you
It's hot, sunny days with the skekan
Ak bullets in a handgun a man down son
[Chorus x2:]
[Tony Yayo:]
4 5th il leave ya man down
Man up
[Uncle Murda:]
Play around till your man down
Stand up
[Uncle Murda:]
Shoot that nigga I don't care who in the car with em
Real nigga shit I don't care if his moms with em
They think they got me, I'm laughin at the d.a
My man taking all the murder charges like rebay
He told me just make sure his moms and his seed good
Nigga as long as I'm straight they gon be good
Corporate niggaz don't understand shit like that
My street niggaz love when I write shit like that
My fully loaded calico put niggaz in they place
When I check niggaz I be puttin bullets in they face
Yea it's black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow tape
The crime scene gettin investigated by the jake
We don't tell on ourselves to save the first 48
Officer wheres my lawyer get the fuck out my face
I'm a real nigga nigga I don't know how to be fake
I go harder than b howard when I'm in the paint
Brooklyn
[Chorus x2]
[Lucky Don:]
I just started son I bein in the loop
No college still bangin with duke, ya get me
Come on let's bang off the roof, ya with it
That was our childish days
Brownsville born to child my rage
Who grow up and found fouler ways
No father figures, I'm 13 and I'm jumpin outta cars with niggaz
Champion hoody no jokin like nigga what's goodie
Some niggaz use ta see me and boogie
Fast forward son they still do
I ain't a use to get busy nigga I still do
Them other niggas just bark niggaz I will chew
And let a nigga just rot there, mildew
I keep the smiths around me, nigga like will do
Blank blank period nigga I kill you
Kill you
I'm baaaaaccccck
[Chorus: x2]
I said the price of the fame
Got a price on my head
This is for my homies doin life in the feds
I keep that dope money in the bed
I got that 4-10 by my head
[Verse 1:]
2010 shit, global green mans said
Time for a change so my strap I'l make mans sick
I gotta habit for that sour and them big arms
Them fuckin rats got the tarp like pig farms
My life is too fast I wished it moved in slow motion
Haters wanna see me ashy with no perry lotion
But I'm heavy smoking, on the g4
I made enough money, but I need more
The art of war keep your enemies close
Keep your friends far away keep your strap in your coat
And my shooters run around like a massive cult
You wanna dance with the devil colt barrells on your throat
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Call the coroner his body ain't corresponding
Recession jack boys eating any niggaz shining
Bin laden k make the whole street run
Let off it look like the t-shirt gun
Cocaine gangbang hoes deepthroat
You ain't got that gang then you usain bolt
Now you wonder why my heart cold
I'm cryin over dary and albert with my blunt rolled
Little homie tell me what our future look like
Can you tell me what a shooter look like
Everybody screamin obama
But every hood that I go to it's more drama
Yeaaaaa
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
This is, that swine flu
It's a epidemic
Sold 2000 that's 14 grand
Girls in the v.I.p say they all with it
750 bm marine blue kitted
Dancing on the highway get it like with it
Navy blue fitted, all white kiddicks
I smell like chicklins boy I'm the shitted
My chain swinging like pacquio on hatton
Hurricane dubai, 19 thousand
Without no diamonds your girl still notice that
Camouflage louie belt hold up the loaded mack
Yea my swag off the meter man
Used to get money in p.a on the peter pan
8 chains like filt tips rings like jordan
Hater's is mad that I'm flossing
This that swine flu flow man
This that swine flu flow man
This that swine flu flow man
Yea niggas know it's the unit
Yea niggas know it's the unit
[x2:]
Make way for the unit coming through
Make way, yea
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas official, my swaggas official
My swaggas officials so I walk with the pistol
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
Mami this a desert rider, baller, yay a shot caller
Hoe's in the iphone still won't call her
Matter fact call her, call up carla
Jump in the camaro with the brand new spoiler
Niggas that's gangsta, that's gangsta shit
G-unit's the clique that's the thanks that we get
Fans love me then they love me not
Nigga I don't give a fuck I'm in a lovely drop
Ma these hermee, these 800 riggghtttt
They look like no names the patch on the inside
Used to drive a hoop ride now I'm in a 6-5
I pull a trigger hit a nigga that's 6'5"
[Chorus x2]
[Red Cafe:]
The cowards acting like guerillas
But they ain't with the unit
So I'm a go ape shit show em how to do it
Swagga official, baller big bank
And we got the fishscale not in the fish tank
Top shelf dress code always extra
I murder anything moving always dexter
Swagga official walk gotta bop
Chopper that a cut your roof drop your top
The shit now big dog fuck you pay is official
Stones clearer than blue ray
And if I do say I'm still from the sewer
Still get my dick sucked right on guy brewer
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke gray rims
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm 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 street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
[Chorus]
[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
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 sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go
[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {Superstar Jay}]
I don't know what the fuck y'all been doin'! {Superstar Jay, Tony Yayo...!} [gun cocks] [11 shots]
But this what they want! {"Righteous Kill: You Will Respect The Gun"!}
I'd like to give a R.I.P... in advance... to all my enemies! {Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!}
Die quick niggas! {Whoooo!}
[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Straight Outta SouthSide"! - Crazy mothafucka named Bank-o! (yeah!)
Crack rap! - Million dolla bankroll! (yeah!)
Black 'Lac - for my outta state hoe
These niggas talk gangsta, but really ain't tho'. (no!)
I'm a stormy night! - You a rainbow! (hahh!)
I'm a G! - Tight clothes ain't my thang, bro'. (no!)
FUCK THE POLICE - with a' HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16. (yeeah!)
I'm ridin' dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeeeah!)
And gotta body like I feed it creatine. (whooo!)
My birth stone in diamond! - My favorite color's green!
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII! (boy!)
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah!
Y'all mothafuckas shot my momma's crib-up?! (yeeeeeeeah!)
My sister and niece in there...
I'm gettin' y'all niggas hit for 500 dollars, I'm a be in London mothafucka! (yeeeeeeeeaah!)
[Tony Yayo:]
My name is Yayo! - A crazy nigga he don't play, tho! (WHAT?!)
I'll hitcha planters peanut with the.8-0! (WHAT?!)
Al Qaeda - expert merkin',
When all my niggas die, they gon' have 80 virgins. (BLAAAAT!)
I'm the 'burb swervin' - cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that Glock! - That pump! - That Mack and.4-5! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
FUCK THE POLICE they killed Sean Bell! (WHAT?!)
FUCK THE FEDS I still deal fishscale! (WHAT?!)
Mini-me niggas wanna copy my style,
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial! (hahaha!)
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin'!)
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach. - BLAAAAAAAAT!
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
These niggas is weak, son.
Lookin' like cookies an' cream to me.
Goddamn, a fly, man; a heartbeat, man; niggas know me!
Niggas know any of these niggas can't get it!
[50 Cent:]
Nigga it's Boo-Boo! - But you can call me 50! (50!)
Fuck with me the police'll have to get me.
7-60, I-I ride I'm a rider. (I'm a rider!)
Molotov, I toss that, you on fire! (you on fire!)
Beef pop, I'll stop talkin' an' get quiet
And make the muzzle on the Tec look like it's on fire.
My shit jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was jus takin' a breather, I'm back blammin'.
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry - with the cannon!
You shootin' back, but you ain't hittin' shit I'm still STANDIN'!
When shit don't go down smooth I don't PANIC!
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man.
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeeeaaah!
Nigga I'm "Straight Outta SouthSide"!
I'm back on that Gorilla shit, that cold hearted killa shit.
Nigga stunt to mouth wide... we move around military.
We trained for some iller shit... mohfucka!
SouthSide! [echoes] [beat fades-out]
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the "Talk Of New York", Tony Yayo.
I'm like most people...
They respect the gun, they respect me, too, youkno'msayin'?
Shout-to my nigga, Brucie!
Youkno'Imean?
Shout to everybody on the MTV set, youkno'msayin'?
Look out for the new reality show, come in November. [beat starts]
Ffff!
Somebody's gon' win some guapo-mapo.
[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea from southside to far rock
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles
It's the unit
[Repeat]
[Stack Bundles:]
Nigga from far rock to southside
Hit em in his face so in nother words snuff died
I'm nice with a knife like a latin king
Carve a nigga ass up nice then I'm in the bing
I got my war paint on dog who want beef
I move with guerillas and wolves ya niggaz all sheep
These hollowtips I'll pop lock on a nigga
And for ya fake ass chain I'll go pawn it
[Riot Squad:]
Lil man's let em know it's jeezy
Big enough I'll give em a little pain like teenie
You know were far rock movers
Yo yayo hit fif we got far rock shooters
The rap game quiet, diet drama dark season
Now it's a reason for the riot
S s s s squad up nigga ya heard that
Now put your teeth and mouth where the curb at
[Chorus: Riot Squad]
Bad wolves move in silence
Respect 2 things that's money and violence
G-unit riot gang go head and run up trust me nigga they do bang
They won't get 1 up on me
Best believe I got something on me
So if you run up on me
That's the end of the story
[Tony Yayo:]
Ask dem niggaz in them projects if yayo's on that killer shit
Dat hollow gram grey glock tucked in that chinchilla shit
My lil niggaz hungry like yay let me book sumthin
Fuck books I need work let me cook sumthin
Kelly pushing hennessy wash away the pain
I'll leave a nigga washed up if he run up on my range
I got that aim, the glock gotta beam
My swag make haters wanna see me in a bing
I get that strap tight, homie I get right
Aim for your chest cavity and your windpipe
You niggaz marked bitches the 60 with the automatic
Start make the pussy fart on small bitches
And denny ones, I got mini guns
Baby glocks and beef brocks boy I got many guns
I use and abuse em, then I throw em to the wolves
And I cause mass confusion
[Chorus]
[Riot Squad:]
Listen it's 2 guns, 3 parolles we all guilty
I get knocked my clean record is filthy
Go against the rich slangin wool on the tapes
For the shit that's on your wrist that resemble a jake
If it's once and they fake so I don't see crystal
I bet you everythings coming out this pistol
Pull the thing out, one wing out
Give you something to sing bout
New york know how I mob em
Come to the club so a rapper can get robbed
I'm in deep in avalon (dipset byrdgang)
G-unit dumbouts riding like the saddles on
Call the jakes I'm the nigga to taddle one
They heard I hand balls like there pat alongs
And my young boys all got there pedal on
We can hold court in the street with no settle on
Yo doe time fix what's good
Make out in the colliseum
Ha ha
Rochdale, baisley, 40
[Verse:]
I'm from where all the warriors come from
Nigga it's sparta 300 with handguns
I hit the collisuem up
And park the bentley on the roof
Feelin like papi mason jumpin out the coupe
Niggaz talkin crazy, that I'l be the death of you
Mortician make up your family missing you
I'm a gangsta how I ain't tucked
Ya pussy niggaz lettin crackheads beat y'all up
Y'all got the gall, I ball, chris paul
And the psychic can't read my life through a crystal ball
2 bricks on consame fedarallis can't find me
My southside state of mind is oh so grimey
Guns fresh out the box keep making me hard
Niggaz swing on me you be spawned with god
Mazirati pull off like a rollercoaster
I got the cars stacked up on the motor coaches
World full of vultures, phone full of soldiers
Deez dusty niggaz dojas, I make they life over
Yea, and I ain't really worried bout when the narcs hit
House in the woods got the bear proof garbage
My jewish lawyer tear up the charges
Money got me in mawi on them models knockers
Ducatti monster, outrun the fucking law
Cause I'm an outlaw with a fucking 44
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm from
Southside where I'm at
Southside where I be
Big gun on me
Haha
Southside
Southside
They say never foregt where you come from nigga
Southside jamaica ya heard
Queens
Rest in peace to dre mose
Rest in peace to stack bundles
Jam master jay
[Chorus:]
When I'm riding, riding with the chopper
European with about 2 boppers
Hit a nigga quick then I slide from the coppers
Bop a nigga down like a top shotter
[Verse:]
Yea, marijuana and marinas on a speed boat
Your sex organs in your hand mine is in her throat
Blow yankee fitteds the whole teams out
Mansion lookin like darrachetta dream house
I'm a man ape on the mic
The weed grape and the work is white, aiight
So if you in artistic I'm in approachable
You inappropriate shooters are smoking you
Free surgery for pre sweet mc's
Don't get ya head caught up in this gullitine
Half a brick I'm a kill a fiend
I'm a pimp, I'm a sell her dreams
Uh, red bottoms and trips to milan
Big daddy kane piece on
Playin papadeauxs with hoes out in houston
Feds snatched my homie like swiper no swiping
Swipe the half a mill gotta 100 indictments
I kill my insecurites with jewellery
Security won't need security the rockwells fully, automatic
Disappear david blaine magic
Csi ya die the scene tragic
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
She know I'm a baller, hermeez aura
Know I'm a baller, red bottoms stalker
Know I'm a baller, hating don't call her
Know I'm a baller, and don't call her
Yea, the unit is back
Hot summer nigga
Nigga 50 just sold 2 milliion with jeremih
Banks almost get the awards
Ha, and haters is spinning crazy
The unit is back
Public enemies shit
Niggaz thought it was over
Nah, wanna go to war
Yea, yea, yea, uh, yea, uh
I'm in the bentley, with the l lit
100 on the dash playin big l shit
I did sha quick, 6 quick months
And came home to porsches and homefronts
I got that fishscale passion,
Trunk of that aston looking like the aspens
I'm fresh off the red carpet
Young black and rich the police targets
With a gun I'm like babyface nelson, machine gun kelly
I aim for ya melon
I went from purple tag to black tag polos
And I don't need any niggaz I'm solo dolo
There's too many co d's my condo is cozy
My jewish lawyer murders I'l beat about 40
I use to have a 40 now I have a 4.4
Bulldog it bark when I let it go
Shout to steve murphy
Edward hannen
Scott leeming
Mark yan
I don't have beef with lawyers
Yea all bet's down
All bets down
All moneys good
Ya feet ain't good tho for real though
That ain't good
[Chorus: x2]
Scared money don't make money we got hoes
Scared money don't make money we get dough
Scared money don't make money haaaaaa
Scared money don't make money haaaaaa
[Verse:]
I treat these beat cd's like bricks
And treat these breezys to patron with a rozay twist
G-unit in this bitch
Dis is true og homie roll this
Picture me rollin ridin on a 100 spokes
Your girl rollin off that e pill antidote
You niggas get smoked banana clipped your wig push
Drinking 99 bananas smoking on banana kush
I'm a good look I define swag
My ego make the average nigga get mad
But hating is a human behaviour
Ya got cop out money so ya signing them wavers
[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+
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