[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]
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 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 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
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
[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
[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:]
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:]
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
[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
[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
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**
(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
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
[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
[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!
[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!
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
[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'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 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
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
[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 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
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
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
[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
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
[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!
[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!
(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!!
[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+
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
You need forensics up in here
Another homoicide in here, oh yeaaaa
[Chorus: x2]
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
Watch me get rich off the rocks on the dinner plate
[Verse:]
My brain tell my body go and get the money
My body start to move I go and get the money
It's simple elementary my dear watch
And I'm off probabtion ask mr. watson
Jump in the dropin biggie what's beef so
You the type of homie that's happy when the beefs low
My crazy weed habit got ashes on my outfit
2000 thousand dollars on an armani houselift
Get my money up then I watch another house flip
But I ain't sellin houses, I'm sellin ounces
Outta auntie back door
Boy I'm a cocaine cowboy, dope conaseeur
The dope and the coke in the trunk of the azzure
Aand the key of raw is in the challenger
So I drive real slow, and take my time
Cause if the feds pull me over I'm doing caveman time
[Chorus x2]
We had our share of troubles
But the crack spot has doubled
With a little code on can't understand it
The fiendss can flyyyyy, dead in the mountains
[Tony Yayo:]
My rusty choppers
they close to my lucky boxers
The shit look old fashioned but it peel so proper
I got a tribe full of warriors like my name was Chaka
Zulu I'll shoot you and you in ICU
If I don't blow up
Stocks in funeral homes'll go up
I'm real in the field for real I'll leave you toe up
One knee action from the ground I'll wet at you
Shoot at ya dick turn you to a transsexual
I'm lovin this shit, gun I be tuckin this shit
For you funny ass cats like Chris Tucker and shit
I've been waitin, debatin, to clap ya ass with the Gardu
You'll be dead before god get the bad news
[Whoo Kid:]
Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
Hey if u hear me out there
I get down on my knees every night and say..( walk with meeee)
……. Ahaha
Im going to war im going to war
(Young Buck)
You never know when deaths coming
All ya hear is gun shots
When kids get the runnin
Old ladys get off the block
When the pop hit the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with their front doors locked
Who Winges with side rims the only thang on the streets
People act like they don’t know who did it but they know its me
Everydays a death threat but I aint dead yet
So I gone put a hole in a nigga from the Nicks at
Don’t know why I slip back
Just know where my cheque at
It’s the first of the month
My bitch aint got a cheque yet
Duey left me in California I don’t respect that
I love you to much to beef so ima except that
But ima just step back, and focus on buck
Aint ridin in yours im bout to buy my own truck
Gotta try my own luck get rich or die tryin
Its gunit till im gone god knows I aint lying nigga.
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me man
(Young Buck)
you don’t know wat I been through
To get wat I aint got
If u look through a scope
You couldn’t hit wat I aint shot
Couldn’t flip without a cop
Couldn’t tip without a top
Tie murder you all talk like the trip without a glock
When you holla gunit on some other shit
You need to do the research and see who u fken with
I smoke all u weed up gone run up ur beeza
Your baby muma want me I aint want that skeeza
She scratched my beema but I aint seen her
When I catch the bitch ima gangsta lean her….WOW
We be playin in them videos with them pretty hoes
Cans looked in the key bitches and new york city hoes
They learned it from lipped kin to lit back titty show
Im the king of the south this is how it really goes
Lord knows I keep all my dup frows
As long as the check comes then fck the award shows
You know me nigga
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me man
Half of these kids never read the bible
But they cant tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fcked up they all been lied to
I know wat it feels like when a nigga misguides you
My mums stay in the projects when Id been have no money
I would bought her a house but she told me she aint want it
Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood
So I holla k-hill let them know where im from
Niggas know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down you better tell yap ppl the door
Why should I slow down
I just got started talking
and honest way to the bullets start hoppin out the coffin
I come to get It poppin prey to god the news watchin
So when they see’em is niggas they know who got em
We came from the bottom to the top
From hookies to a drop
And killa be killed is tha attitude I got
(Chorus) x2
First there was 2 sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was 1 set of foot prints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don’t walk with me he carry me man
I know u preyin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denile
50 told u niggas
Young buck showed u niggas
Banks free yayo
Tell them bitch ass niggas put their vests on
(feat. Young Buck, De Tay)
[News Anchor:]
There Maybe No More Dangerous Job In The World These Days
Than Being An Undercover Agent For The United States
Drug Enforcement Administration: The Dea
The Federal Agency Which Is At War With Ruthless Drug Dealers Around The World
Tonight, One Of Those Undercover Agents Is Missing
[Other News Anchor:]
The American Drug Agent Was Kidnapped Last Thursday In Broad Day Light
[Tony Yayo:] Here We Go Now!
[Verse 1: Young Buck/D-Tay]
[Young Buck:] We Done Sold Dope Out Niggas
[D-Tay:] Pimp Toe Kill Snitches
[Young Buck:] Caught A Little Case But I'm Back On You Punk Bitches
[D-Tay:] New Bricks
[YB:] Control The Shit
[D-Tay:] You Know What You Dealin' With
[YB:] Real Niggas Do Real Things On Some Real Shit
[YB:] Hood Rich
[D-Tay:] Always
[YB:] Thuggin' 'till My Death Gate
[D-Tay:] Just Wait
[YB:] We Can Show A Hustler The Best Way
[D-Tay:] Ride With Me
[YB:] Spit Nigga I'm A Go And Find 50
[D-Tay:] Tell Him That I'm Ready
[YB:] You Know The Unit Ridin' With Me
[D-Tay:] Wait For Me
[YB:] Hey Homie Let Me Holla At Ya
[D-Tay:] Hey Look It Ain't About Your Money The Lights Is What I'm After
[YB:] I'm Strapped Now
[D-Tay:] Me Too
[YB:]
With Desert Eagles
I Feel It In The Air Like That Nigga Beanie Sigel
[D-Tay:] So I'm Shootin' Anywhere Even At Innocent People
[YB:] I'm Smokin' My Weed Like Its Legal
[D-Tay:] When We Creep Through
[YB:] Top Dropped
[D-Tay:] Glock Cocked
[YB:] We Know When The Block Hot
[D-Tay:] The Fiends Still Comin' So Lets Get It
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah G Unit Nigga, It Don't Get No Better Than This Nigga
Tony Yayo The Talk Of New York Nigga
Buck Marley, (The Real Talk Of New York)
The General Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
Lloyd Banks Blue Hefner Nigga
Olivia
It Don't Get No Better Than This
Sha Money Is You Ready Baby?
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'm In The Spot Breakin' Down Cause My Work Is The Best
So Them Ds Got It Hot Like Some Morning Breath
I'm In That New Cls
L And A Vest
And My Fifth 'll Have Forensics Cleanin' Your Mess
Nigga 50 Got Me Rich I Don't Know How To Act
Homie My Blade And My Mac
Is The Perfect Match
They Go Together Real Good Like Wade And Shaq
Nigga Give Me 20 Minutes I'll Move Os Of Crack
G Unit Clique Ride Nigga We Ring Bells
Brutal, Like The Medaline Cartel
I'm That New Big L
With More Chips Than Wise
Hos Open Up They Thighs When They Peep The Ride
You Know That New Gt That Four Door Shit
I Ride Through Your Strip And Let The Four Off Quick Nigga
[Tony Yayo:]
You Know What Time It Is Nigga
(Yeah Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is)
G Unit!!!
Yeah Nigga Its The Talk Of New York Nigga
The Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s Man
Ya'll Niggas Know What Time Its Is Man
Get Your Weight Up
Not Your Hate Up Nigga
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
[G-Baby:]
Yea bay, pitching pigeons everywhere I go
Fat stacking pigeons cause they say my money got a flow
Trappin in and out of town
I'm a buck so I break it down
Pack it up, workers in the spot, they go hard for bucks
M.o.n.e.y murkin G-Baby from bedstuy
Low cut cesar I'm bringing it back 3-ways
Ladies love a soldier, so you know g gon show her
Catch in your area code nigga it's over
In it for the l.o, in the town they say hello
Gangsta lean pushin that reggie stack with that yayo
Baby I'm bout my peso, cuby bebe my lingo
Trap or die, break it down, they be acting diego
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
We flippin bricks everywhere we go
We gettin money in your area codes
Supply and demand rain, sleet and snow
It's all for the money for the love of the dough
Everywhere we goo
Everywhere we goo
Everywhere we goo
Everywhere we goo
[French Montana:]
I stack that bread like waffle house
Get it how you live shawty
When I'm hungry no talking now
I'm goin crack a rib homie
Bricksquad, chicken heads, whip it in the kitchen
In my gators invision momma told me I'd be different
I get money everywhere that I go
I bankheads at shawty lo
Use to be starvin but now I'm full my belly ache
Frenchie you gaining weight, I eat of any plate
To the die I die
I'm a ride that 5
Catch me rollin with yayo, down I-95
Flippin them bitches
Arguin niggaz that said that did but they didn't
I'm fucking with real niggaz that droppin the depsoit don't fuck with my kids in it
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo:]
Fed point system, I ain't from berlin
Word to duke, manaya and london
Sour diesel got me higher than balloon boy
44 bulldog and my new toy
Custard color coupe lookin like cheesecake
Dime bitches lookin at me like jes sakes
50 case of rose everybody drink
Shorty shoes paintin on her ass like body paint
I weathered the storm I got long paper
I make it rain like a mother fucking storm chaser
Hermeez suit on, with a real mean gator
Jean sean from milan I'm a swag draper
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
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yo Kay whattup! The kid Yayo man!
You know 50 blew some of that magic dust on me
Now I'm a get some of that MTV money you know
[DJ Kay Slay:]
I ain't mad at ya homey, yo Jim Jones you with me?!
[Jim Jones:]
Hey Slay what it do?
[DJ Kay Slay:]
That's what I'm talkin about!
[Sheek Louch:]
I mean you killed them already on the first one
[DJ Kay Slay:]
Is that Sheek Louch, Papoose, Uncle Murda, Tony Yayo and Jim Jones?!
[Sheek Louch:]
This is the remix! D-Block!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
You don't wanna war with me
Hammer on my lap since the first Skate Key
Now I'm in the Range or the SRT
Pat me down, that ain't where a Gemstar be
When Sheek come torn things to Mardi Gras
Straight Stuntin Magazine bitches in my car
Black shades hoodie on big cigar
Long chain pinky ring big to par
Police watchin rooftop binoculars
Don Guerilla, Good Love popular
I'm gettin money like the Jews bitch, mazel tov
Clap at 'em matter of fact let Pap get 'em
It's a body in the trunk right let's go shread 'em
I ain't the King of New York I'm just plain old Louch
Big man out that motherfuckin classic group
I been a pimp but I guess they only listen to Snoop
Let's go to war!
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 2: Papoose]
Papoose, Pa-poose!
There's only one king in this city, and
Y'all know the meanin of his name is indian
I got it from my grandma I swear to Vivian
Open up your mouth I'm a stick my semi in
Tried to front so I shock like Shawn Merriman
You a fish out of water this is my aquarium
I let the ruger squeeze with Junior Reid
I chew emcees like I'm chewin seeds
Your crew could bleed leave you intrigued
I'm a truer breed I superceed what you believe
True indeed Jim Jones said it best you dudes is weak
You a fuckin rat went to the D's and chewed the cheese
He a fake blood, burn his flag remove his beeds
Wish I could bring Rem back (BO!)
Run that (BO!) Run that (BO!) FUCK THAT!
Tell your boss you ever try to touch Pap
He better put you in his wheel like a hubcap
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
HERE WE GO NOW!
I wake up to that same bullshit, nigga
I wake up to that same full clip, nigga
Coke price, dope price, new gas goin up
For forty-five a gram, how the FUCK a nigga blowin up?
I get that cocaine, Vicodin, and Xanax pills (What else?)
You know, the same pills, that killed Heath Ledger (YEAH!)
The pies turn to grams, the grams turn to shells
'Cause both eyes and hands, are like digi scales
All that talk about the recession, is depressing (hahaha!)
Jay-Z said it, you know where I'm headed
To the strip, where all the fiends show me love (Southsiiiiiiide)
Some feds jump out, I'm a throw my drugs
Then I jump in a hooptie, stash a snub
Then it's off to the projects for some Groupie Love
Got three condoms, hoes got the bub
Got three condoms, hoes got the bub! YEAH!
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 4: Uncle Murda]
Put that thang on his forehead and squeeze the trigger (BANG!)
When he fall, get on top of him, squeeze again, nigga (Get 'em!)
Nobody is untouchable, anybody can get it
I was hurt when I heard they killed Larry Davis in prison (Damn!)
I was young, he inspired me to shoot the police
I did it and got away with it, check my rap sheets (check it!)
E'rybody ain't as fortunate, I'm bein fo' real
Rest In Peace to all the dudes that the police killed
Y'know, some ain't had no gun and some had a gun on 'em
They wasn't shootin at the police, they was runnin from 'em
Them young boys in the hood still thuggin it
Them O.G.s' still tryna stop them from hustlin (What?!)
Them young boys pumped up, poppin them fist
The O.G.s' like, "Man, we too old for this shit"
Lil' man growin up, he'll shoot you in the face
There's a war goin on out here, nobody's safe - ah!
(This ain't '88!)
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
You don't wanna war with me (No No)
You don't wanna go there with me (No)
Before you go there with me
Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's
[Verse 5: Jim Jones]
If I kill you, I'm brainless
Must be stupid, actin like I ain't rich
Actin like it ain't short money to get ya brains hit
You better watch what you say bitch
Black president, please, because my hood is on the same shit
Tryna get rich offa 'caine bricks
So if you gonna kill a man, then you kill a man proper
All my niggas do the killas like shottas
Fake niggas start grillin like Shabba
Try to stand tall, let the AK chop ya
It's not a end line, won't delay your composure
Shout to El Barrio and Kay Slay, partna
Huh, okay it's still thug-acation
But we Peter roll 'em if it's no blood relation
Put his name on the wall, fuck it we erase him
Put his brains on the floor - fuck it that's for basin
Uh - you don't really want it with me
You don't wanna run into a G
We still gettin money, had a deal a couple hundred on the fee
Still keep the guns under the seat
I run with guerillas, it's a jungle in the streets
Past slow, some is in the streets - fuck all the beef
I can't remember a nigga frontin on me
[Starts off with the beat of Above The Law's: "Black Superman".]
[Intro: French Montana (Max B)]
Hold on to ya looove. (yeah!)
[Chorus: French Montana (Max B)]
If you wanna do it, (g'eah!) take your time {LET'S GO! }
Do it riiight! [kids ovation]
You can do it baby.
Get yo' money riiiiight! (g'eah!) {TONY YAYO! }
[Max B:]
After two fifths of Cru [gunshot] - I had the plan made (made!)
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up with' a band-aid.
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese, and mustard (mustard!)
Your bitches look busted! - Shit got me! [shot]
Disgusted! - Clusters droop off the left wrist
I think I got a death wish.
Sittin' back, suicidal thoughts of doin' it,
Hittin' the switch. - All my niggaz could move a brick. [police sirens]
I can move the shit on a slow day, no play, okay? (Okaaay!) [police sirens]
I be speakin' to my bitch Oshay.
And as we roll on. - "Hold on to ya loooove."
Mami fiendin', she want more drugs. (more!) [scream]
Shaking and she goin' through withdrawls
Big pitfalls. - I'm 'bout to be the shit dog.
Can a nigga stop what I'm bringin' - singin'
Soundin' all good, I'm going all around the hood. - It's Max B! [gunshot]
[Chorus: French Montana]
If you wanna do it, take your time
Do it riiight!
You can do it baby. [Joker laughs]
Get yo' money riiiiight!
[French Montana:]
Get high till we can't see
Your rap career over! - Look for plan B! (what?)
These rap niggaz - softer than cotton candy
I ain't a boss! - All my niggaz family! [gunshot]
Every nigga near me (uh-huh) - got a gun just as big as Camby
That's Marcus, and open coffins.
Bootleg cable - and bitch
You get what you bring to the table (uh-huh!) - I got shrimp
And spaghetti! - And Prego sauce! Yeah, my boy polished,
Homie ding those off - and I hear him knockin'. (whattup?)
It's the Wavie Crockett - with more hoes
From River Road and more O's, and plenty rolled. [gunshot]
From food stamps to big checks (uh-huh!)
And I'll smack a bitch with' a 100 stacks off a reflex. [scream]
That's a jackpot! - 650 with the ragtop
And Pillsbury for a mascot.
[Chorus: French Montana (Tony Yayo)]
If you wanna do it, take your time [classic evil laughter]
Do it riiight! [classic evil laughter] (Y'all niggas know what time it is, nigga!)
You can do it baby. (Call me: "Eury"!)
Get yo' money riiiiight! (Cause I'm spendin' Euros, ya heard?) [gunshot]
[Tony Yayo:]
S.O.D.! - Swammies On Deck, homie.
My killers O.D. and die for respect homie. (BLAOW!) [gunshot]
The barrel of my gun - start to pre-cum [shot]
Fiendin' to buss, I'm low when the D's come. [gunshot]
G-Unit is a money-makin' fountain
25 on the wrist, my chick in Christian LaBoutan's.
Kick a nigga in the head, football punt a nigga,
Then stab a nigga quick like a London, nigga!
Your career is a blender nigga. - Mine is promised!
I wear a 9 in the snakeskin Pradas.
With' a 9 in a chick that's chasin' dollars
Like I'm chasin' dollars;
By any means necessary,
Yeah, a nigga necklace heavy.
Let the caviar dreams star out
I'm in the hood with the Porsche out!
To the G5 turbulation,
The fly dude by it - where they camel-racin'. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
[Chorus: French Montana (Tony Yayo)]
If you wanna do it, (That's money! That's money right there!)
Do it riiight! (That shit is better in Vegas, and out there in Dubai.)
You can do it baby. (Youkno'Imean?)
Get yo' money riiiiight! (And makes Vegas?)
[Outro: Tony Yayo]
You know?
But you can't gamblin' on!
You gon' only better cameras and shit!
Big money!
[Chorus:]
Shoot em bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
6 million ways to die, die slow
Shoot em bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
6 million ways to die, die slow
[Verse:]
Nigga I be flowing like the panama canal
You a bloomy s.o.b (jock jock a mosh down)
My neck chilly, nigga my last trip was chile
Terrain in the ande moutains for from the city
My passport stamped up pages get me wrong looks
My passport look like a fucking phone book
Pull out the 4-10 punk niggas better run
6 shells out the strap revolver slash shotgun
And to the feds I'd rather death than capture
Ducatti 900 my bitch got that strap tucked
[x2:]
Now gangsta niggas dying
Kanye talking bout he got gangstas weaing tight jeans holdin iron
My jeans medium fit, calvin klein hold the clips
The rap game controlling it like calvin klein done got the 6
D.t's patrol the strip but my trap is holding it
[Talking: Styles P]
Desparado, problemz, d-block
Ghost
[Styles P:]
Hustle to get a dollar bill re-up gang
Shottie in the porsche I spray out range
Desperado and problemz bang out gang
Got the 9 and the shottie I lay out gangs
Shits piled up like a jail jean
Wanna get popped and wheeled on hopeing you don't feel wrong
About the way we style
Bein had crack money I'm an 80's
Only run around with niggaz that's crzy wild
Fuck you girl with the dick and a broomstick
Wolf nigga holler at the moon shit
Ya never did no goon shit
Teflon crack in your back
Kidnap the kid taking a nap
Then we bringing em back
Motherfucker we cut her your girl slack
Right before we cut up her back
Still the hardest nigga out now work with that
[Chorus x2: Styles P]
What you want nigga
Loyalty, money, respect
Get the power bring my niggas flyin in jets
Have em chillin in the island get away from the stress
But right now real talk all these rappers is dead
[Desperado:]
The game is fake and niggaz is singing
How your hearts behind bars and you think that your winning
Let me you bout a real man that took a real bid did it
Nowadays pap would say that his own kid did it
Trust me dog you not what you pretend to be
The time that they giving is breaking you down mentally
You not a thug you an actor, far from real
So I'm a teach you face like cam and part your grill
You got a mind or heart nigga you need both
And to take me down dog you need tools
Ask anybody they say d don't fold
He loco, b.b.o.g gon roll shit
We nice with the hands we all hold chrome
We dealing with more grams than an old folks home
So tell me what you havin to say
I blow up half of your face
You can tell god what happened to day
[Chorus x2]
[Problemz:]
They say I'm orthadox nigga I box awkward
Still I'm respected by the niggaz I fuck with
Say a nigga smart cause my mental my office
Gotta remain sharp like the tip of a swordfish
Life is a game that I can't forfeit
Success I'l be here soon I can't force it
Still in the drop like water outta leaky faucets
Still wide aware so I watch who I walk with
Only got 1 shot nigga I am a marksman
Flow outta thisw world yes I am a martian
Hear dat beat on my chest it sounds like nazis marching
Fire your lives with thin guess my heart is an arson
Gotta hustle nigga I need gwap
3 niggaz, 3 forks, 1 chinese box
4 wings whole lotta rice with no pork in
Welcome to the life of the unfortunate
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
Yea, palm trees on the sunset
Call the shooters up they breeze through your projects
Uh, your nobody till somebody kill you
I turn your corn into candle light vigiles
Show your best friend the stash he might pull a pistol
Cause that greed and that envy cause major issues
I'm only mixing with the real niggaz
I'm only mixing with them real killers
45 a.c.p it's all pearly
Blood on your seats you get the red foams early
I switch cavallis, new mazarati
G5 it up with a bad mami
[Movie Bites from "Belly (1998) ", Louie Rankin as Lennox speaks:]
(COME ONE!) You wanna bumbablot me?
You don't know me...
I'm the original Jamaican dandatta!
Who want test me? Come here, you maggots!
You wanna romp with bumbaclot me?!
Come on, come on!
I murder people for fun!
You wanna ramp with bumbaclot me?!
[Tony Yayo:]
Y'all niggaz wanna rump with me not me
I'm not a rude boy I'm a haitian gangsta
Y'all niggaz wanna rump with me not me
I roll with 80 shooters and they all is gangsta
Jealous ones envy money cause greed
44 colt put ya dick on ya sleeve
While 50 lift weights, tony lift toast
Pull it out rappers turn into cinammon toast
Cowards, spin on my rope, chillin on boats
Put the "d" in the blender start blending the dope
Yo I'm raw like that coke in a liquid form
In the club with my starp till the liquors gone
Yo that friendly extortion turns into blood money
I could buy my own army with that pablo es money
Glock auto matie yo, bitch gotta fatty yo
For 14 bricks Pablo killed Fabio
Cop 5 acres, the pool and the patio
My flow is speradical, whites think it's radical
I spit 16 like a sawed of calico
It's T-O-N-Y my flow is phenomel
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
You can run but you can't hide nigggggaaa
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Pop shit with my pistol bigggerr
Come out, come out, wherever you are
You could run outta town put tints on your car
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Have a vest on your chest I murder you par
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Come out, come out, wherever you are
Come out, come out, wherever you are
[Nyce Da Future:]
I see y'all in ya cars show me what the signs bout
After you do that I shoot you with the 9 spout
Pull the 9 out, pull your spines out
Holes in your car it could be hard to climb out
Me and yayo spin through, the city with them guns
These ar 15's playin frisbee with ya lungs
Me and p nigga, gettin busy with them guns
Me and 50 get it for 5 for 50 in the slums
So nigga act up these shotties attached to our legs
The infared beam attached to your head
We act like mones, homie we attach the bread
These cowards work for the government attached to the feds
So come out, come out, wherever you are
Or the guns, the guns, coming outta that car
Once the bullets outta the chamber, straight up danger
Nigga bodies all nice like the new york rangers
[Chorus]
[Prodigy:]
I know alot of niggaz is jealous, alot of niggaz is greedy
And lotayou niggaz concentratin on me so much
I can feel ya vibrations,
Man I'm all the way in england with a tingling sensation
In my thoughts somethings telling me to set it off
Just incase you try to front later on
I said, somethings telling me to come shoot ya
Just incase that you front in the future
So I nipped that in the bud, get back in the truck
With the 3 inch glass, shoot that if you want
Don't turn up the music that's Tony Cocaine
And PCP yea that G-Unit gang
Got a young gun named Nyce that's ready to pop
And when the shit gets thick you need 40 Glocc
I told niggaz don't paly with me but you don't listen
Till wap squeeze the wap and you get chunks tooken of your arms
And your skull when them things pull,
The cops gon get low them shots coming through
In your arms and your skull, when them things pull
The cops gon get low them shots coming through
(feat. 50 Cent)
[50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey
Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day
Some cry on they knees when they pray
All you hear is he said she said around the way
I'm in the no fly zone private hide away
Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day
When my revolver spray
You better andalay
I take ya moms away
Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay
On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay
Listen hombre
I glisten in broad day
The feds got me framed in a picture
Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya
Like Amy Fisher
Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier
Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers
We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay
Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes
We pop Mo's and puff ounces
In the club we pay off them bouncers
To lay off the Tray Pounders
When the cops raid the crib they want the houses
Fed times head lines read about us
Follow my fathers footsteps why bother?
Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja
Never had a seed but I please your baby mama
Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna
Put her on a track too ten niggas want her
Flaunt her
Get my cheese back on the corner
Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer
Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner
[50 Cent:]
One time
Thats Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks come on come on
[Tony Yayo:]
50 you can retire whenever you ready
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm
In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up
Got the Balm
Blowin' on sticky with a slut
It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck
I'm tryin' to find where the party is at
I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black
My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals
The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos
I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes"
Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted
I practice in boats so I could balance it
I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up
Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck
[50 Cent:]
Yeah ya lame
[Verse:]
Yea I kick shit like cristiano ronaldo
Gooooaaaaaaaaal
Touch down I move another mother load
Gasolina in a bag il make ya mother fold
Boss player shit we move bricks
Ya fairytale and myths
Me and fif in the dumar buyin alien ships
Titanium grip on the 4-10
I put a shotgun shell in ya man benz
I said he who shall disturb me face death
As I walk through the shadows of the valley of death
Rap niggas, street niggas beefing
Nigga start reaching
I pull out the 4-10 and I start beasting
[x2:]
Real talk it's the real talk of new york
The most underrated but fuck it I made it
I made it ma on top of the world baby
The under dog is always underrated
The under dog is always underrated
The under dog is always underrated
It's the unit
Niggaz know what it is
Niggaz can't do that swaggwer like us
Yo apex we spazzed out on this 1
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa
I get that money
Bonified hustler making money
Yea, clear my throat on this 1 no homo
[Verse:]
The ny fitted tilted to the side boy
Run up on me with some bullshit you gonna die boy
Jump up in the fly toy
Hi hater, bye hater, my paper got me in a fly gator
Hi my name is t.o.n.y y.a.y.o
This is ak not that bullshit hydro
You know how I go, they v.I.p me, they don't I.d me
My wrist look like it belong on tv
20 dimes on deck it look like tv
I wear my shade glasses at night I can't see haters
I dream them dollar signs at night I need that paper
I need that money money
I get that money money
We get that money money
Let's get that money money
Ya niggas know what it is nigga [x4]
4 moshbergs, 5 45's
2 g5's, 6 groupies and they all wanna fly
10 darkies, 10 roseys, 10 groupies
5 niggas so that's 5 menages
23 wraps, 33 bluts, 43 bags of that poison dabbin nigga
100 niggas strapped, 100 niggas with a 100 macs
100 hats my bloods il carve a nigga
50 pair of louies, 50 pair of gucci's
50 pair of pradas I done seen more shoes than foot doctors
2 hermee scarves tecs 22's bought
Leave you 6 feet deep another gangsta play the part
Ladi dodi we like to party
4-10 on my waist they ain't searched my body
Tony yayo I'm a cocaine rap star
Righteous kill
Swammies on deck, S.O.D
[Repeat]
But todays a cloudy friday
It's a black friday
[Verse:]
Nigga I ain't tryna die with nothin to show for it
2 pots in the stove blender got the dope in it
Deez hoes are embassy sweet stroking it
Jump out the m6 looking like a (yayo)
I look like money, I smell like money
Nigga I taste like that black bag cocaine money
I'm in the leer withcha boo haaa
But you little rap niggas irritate me like fruit flies
And you wonder how the coupe drive
In that bulletproof whip
No homo I need a bulletproof dick
My favorite color green just like brett far
Bitch nigga for you blog, bitch nigga get a job
I bit mikes and a bit bitches
My charles bronson bulldog bit snitches
I can't die, my lil girl growing up fast
Groupie niggas not around pig I run past
Jump out the truck blast my little niggas deading ya
I'll have ya head looking like a cash register
Swag hater my swag got me filthy
Bing monstas
Bing monstas
Bing monstas
[Chorus:]
The lil homies don't got nothin to look forward to
The big homies don't got nothin to look forward to
1 go in, 1 go out
1 go in, 1 go out
And that's life on that same old chain gang
And that's life on that same old chain gang
And that's life on that same old chain gang
And that's life on that same old chain gang
[Verse:]
I keep a concrete open mind
I leave your brains on concrete you plot on mine
I got the chop cause my baby weigh 8 pounds
Fif hold 8 rounds
Police on the wylin shit that rascist bill o'reilly shit
My middle finger up sayin fuck the law
With a classy ass bitch that booth the raw
When I jump in the booth you can't ignore me
Clear up my throat kick off them mauris
Lean back hit a blunt
I lean back catch a stunt
My life is like monoply I'm tryna get the park place
New lex no hands roll up in the park space
Fuck a fed case, fuck a narc case
I'm in the aspen that's why you marks hate
I rather be carried by 6 than be hung by 12
The jurors can see me in hell
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, enough 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, tryna 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 boy, 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 better 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
[Lil B:]
Statistics say I ain't gon live to see past 30
Things on my mind a few seen the coffin early
Internet like trash unirace is dirty
Ask me if I give a fuck about a life sentence
Most rappers use that quote as they lifes sentence
Now the judge give em time plus the 5 digits
Coulda bein the next doctor anything proper
Most people love war and they hate scores
At the top of the game and my plate is your's
In the water and I'm jaws, internet claws
Plus I'm banned like tiger bond
Long live the king, boys
[Tony Yayo:]
Vegetive state banana clip a nigga
Movie, he wake up 20 years later
Envious cause every man got insecurities
Here's 90 blue notes for security
Rest in peace to oscar grsnt pour cold beers
Bot shot em in cold blood and got 2 years
B.p finally capped up that oil spill
Tea party sayin fuck obamas health bill
Madoff in the feds and he still living
Front page of the post 4 billion hiding
They say man is destroying the earth crust
Haiti got money and food that they can't touch
My kids growing up hope they have a bright future
They don't play outside they slaves to computers
Everybody shooters, straps get purchased
Let off the poundthe trembling sound the grounds nervous
[Tony Yayo:]
I go ham on the beat but I don't eat pork
Wire cell so much ched in the g porsche
Brown maybach coupe, potato color
Sour cream guts bad bitch burn the rubber
I'm way hung over, from the other night
Brush my teeth ron isley in the shower mic
My spanish bitch on her period I titty fuck her
And that auid tt is tighter than a mother
I spit acid the beat let the bars live
My weed underwater, spongebob crib
I'm so fly on the ground I'm air sick
Haters need a barf bag for the spaceship
I'm so hot just face it
I don't even handwrite raps I just say it
Yea, I'm so hot just face it
Nigga I don't handwrite raps I just say it
[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Not nay gym got the work on the scale
And nao nay 1 just made my 1st sale
Ain't even much time and I'm ready to re-up
Rat bitch hold down a sack in her c-cup
12.am and I still go hard
12.15 got arrest by the narcs
Now they all mad cause they ain't find shit
So you can tell the hoods they can suck my dick
[Fred Da Godson:]
Fuck spitting, I spent friday in the kitchen I need more bread
I just added the ice cubes come on craig
New connect I'm a try em out
He in debt press em with the tec get it ironed out
He told me he got it for 40 I'm like what that amount
The men ea meetings got even out of town dying out
Ey yayo I need a number on that half a k
I pick it up after my niece she got a half a day
My nigga cooked the whole had to throw a half away
Connect old school brew donnie halfaway
I have a way you seein em
Raw so dope off the iphone I blackberry b.b.m
[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
Uh yea g-unit
[Tony Yayo:]
If you ever try to blemish my character
For notoriety shooter's I'l clap at ya
Crib full of decorated wall paper
Living in the spotlight homies tend to hate ya
Sandstone ferrari with the 4 seats
Su's rendevous the top put her on the streets
She a barbie in a barbie's world
2 blunts rozay lil mama hurl
The trap bringing in all that cheese quick
58, 58 the size of cheese nips
2 goddesses like charlie sheen
Dion cherokee cause they ass is mean
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
It's all love when we in the club
Keep a super shooter with me, kevin love
Steve nash that bitch show the homies love
Throw a nigga assist nigga love is love
[Trav:]
I'm still fly motherfucker, suicide motherfucker
Sex so high I glide motherfucker
I don't walk, I don't talk these hoes no what the biznes
I fuck em duck em they suck me and then I ditch em
Catch me on the rebound hoe, rodman
Southside niggas with the goons and the goblins
Special with the k like cereal kellogs
The lick chopper kick like ling won sickkaa
Niggas talk but they don't live with the world say
I leave a nigga stretched right on the curb yay
You make the wrong move betcha I ali ya
Making money off that white boy, bieber
[Starts off with the beat of M.I.A's: "Paper Planes".]
[Chorus: M.I.A.]
[3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do... [echoes]
[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I'm the greatest! [Joker laughs]
[50 Cent:]
First your hear the first shot - then you hear the second shot
By the time you hear the third shot you see a nigga DROP! [gunshot]
Then you hear the 4th shot! - The you hear the 5th shot!
.38 Revolver only hold six shots. [2 shots]
You know a robbery can turn into a homicide
Nigga don't co-operate we break him off proper like.
Revolver get to spinnin', nigga you can spend the night,
Planned operation! - Not communicating!
On the table weezin - respirator breathin'
For your bitch-ass summer time is the killing season. [gunshot]
A lil' Henny make the nigga wanna spray sumthin'
Dare nigga say sumthin'. - Muhfucka stay frontin'.
If that's jewelry they be knowing it be sumthin' [classic evil laughter]
Until them cats scrap and get to blow him for the money.
Some got good aim, some got bad aim,
So it's bang bang! - It's all part of the game.
Every hood is the same, different faces different names,
Different crew different gangs! - Different is just the same.
[Chorus: M.I.A.]
[3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money! [gunshot]
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money! {Whooooooooooo}
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } {"THISIS50.COM"! }
[Interlude: M.I.A.]
M.I.A. Third World Democracy {"SWAMMIES... ON DECK"! }
Yeah! - I got more records than the KGB. {TONY YAYO! }
So uuuuh!
No funny business! (Are you ready, aiiiiiiight?)
[Bridge: M.I.A.]
Some, some, some, I some murder.
Some I some let goooooo!
Some, some, some, I some murder
Some I some let goooooo!
[Chorus: M.I.A.]
All I wanna do [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
All I wanna do is [3 shots]... and a [gun cocks], [cha-ching] and take your money!
[Outro:]
CAN'T FORGET...
DIVA!
[Intro:]
Ladies and gentleman! [ovation] [applause]
I know you were very surprised when you heard me the first time 50Cent is run it for President!
I like to thank you for all in to tuning in this DEBATES! [applause]
Some really important issues to adress...
And I lover to answer your questions to here y'all suggestions! (Listen to this, yeah!)
I got propose... [beat starts]
I'm not another politician politicer, it's ya boy!
Haha!
Here we go!
[Verse:]
Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds but I ain't never in hell,
Been in Custody before - but never in jail!
Baby I love you like America, don't talk to me fly
But I'll promise you if you do bitch, I black ya eye!
See? The hood fucked up, I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope and them boys and lower cocaine prices.
That's stage one of my plans, I pass five by depression
When everybody how I gives a fuck by recession!
Imagine gas price is 20 dollars a gallon.
D's catch a nigga and have the walk to the alley
And - my aims are to take away pain
It's okay, get fucked up, mayne!
Got that purple? - Roll that shit!
Got the pillpops that take that trip:
Got the Hennesy? Man, take that sip!
The pain'll go away if you got higher than a motherfucka!
And I know you think you know my style
Surprise nigga, I didn't changed it now!
5 years, I'm the nigga you been hatin' on
December 9th, I'm a give you what you waiting for!
[Outro:]
"Before I Self Destruct", motherfucka!
It's 50!
I'm in Detroit right now!
I got EMINEM on the room, Dre in here!
We puttin' it together...
I'm in a... I'm finna hit the restart button!
It's gon' feel like I just started it all over again!
Like this is '03 and this is "Get Rich"!
My album come in a full long movie!
A feature film, I'm like the Prince right now, man!
It's like "Purple Rain", baby!
Hahahahahhaa!
STUPID!
Re-produced and directed by... 50Cent!
Starring... Curtis "50Cent" Jackson! [crowd ovation]
Clip the bye!
Tritch! [crowd ovation]
Give me your cashes! [crowd ovation]
Sounds like I'm better then... and lite your engines! [crowd ovation]
Call of friend...?. [crowd ovation]
Shout-out to all my niggas in Watt and New Jersey! [crowd ovation]
Aight, I gotta go back to work on my album!
IT'S CLASSIC!
December 9th!
That's right, ThisIs50.Com!
On demand Entertainmant!
PEACE!
OOh yeah!
Don't forget to vote for me! [echoes] [beat stops]
[Outro:]
THISIS50-... dot-COM!
SHADYVILLE-... dot-BIZ!
CAN'T FORGET... MY SHADYVILLE... DJs!
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
[Intro]
My life..
My life..
My life..
My life..
[Tony Yayo Intro]
Yeah..
Yeah..
Yeah..
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
[Verse]
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, i had court dates, you never showed up
What the fuck, tell me what you grinnin' at nigga
If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga
Some people want nutin' outta life
And some people want it all, let's ball
I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin'
Saphire watch, got your jaw droppin'
When i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppin'
You ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchin'
I aint stoppin, homie i'm number one
Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb
So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That!
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
[Verse]
Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gon'
Fake love is when a nigga sets you up
How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked
You know the type that rats you out, sell you out
Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love..
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend
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 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 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]
Nigga I'm a baller, shot caller
23 inches on a phantom with the spoiler
Baller gettin head tonight
Dutchie rolled tight duck the feds tonight
On the high wayyyy
I got the things on the high wayy
Moving bricks the better way
Better way, better way, yeaaaaah
[Tony Yayo:]
I used to smoke blunts in the amp you know the hoop ride
Now it's hermee jeans with the patch on the inside
The 800 hold a blicky up
I'm in all white, roll the sticky up
Rest in peace to ethel, rest in peace to huey
Nigga make a move, I'm a make a movie
Righteous kill like deniro and paccino
Fuck boys sweet like some fucking frappuchino
Niggas on the set and handle all the fiends orders
Rod need a bathroom set for his daughter
I used to buy weed right by the fish house
1 2 1 1 10 when the dreads out
Pieces go up, pieces go down
Task run up, niggas go down
I hold a 4 pound, not to be frank
Fuck a pair of sneakers got a marble fish tank
I got fish scales, my pills have you cellabit
They have you seeing t-pain on a pink elephant
I'm a hustler, you a strusstler
Strugglin to hustle I don't move a muscle
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc:]
If it don't make dollars then it don't make the attenary
We do move more heat like the millitary
Air force ones, top guns go hard
In miami waters more than the coast guards
Jump off the jet ski, hop on a speed boat
Cut throats commit the murder that greed wrote
Me and my guerillas got gravy deals
But still kill at will like navy seals
Handle on the eagle just flash and accord
Got the streets on lock like the national guard
If you want me better bring an army
21 gun saluter I'm a shooter
[Chorus]
[40 Glocc:]
Never claimed to be a baller but I'm all in
Kobe bryant in the courtroom what they call him
32 slim jeans, that's fag
That's my bitch size, call that fat
I'm crack on a track worth 15 5
10 east next stop I-95
My altitude 40 thou I'm so higggh
My license revoked, I don't drive
Cobalt city homeboy born to ride
2 hands minus a finger use that 9
A brick ain't 10 a key don't use that line
Bite the hand when it feeds put his teeth on the side
[Chorus - Joe]
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I'm simply gon' drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I'm simply gon' drive you, crazy
[Young Buck]
I'm lovin how you look in my eyes
Swingin them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin my name tatooed on that ass, baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feelin like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think I'ma be chasin a chicken head - you 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 have you doin what you said that you won't do
Make a decision shorty good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep 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 cha boy!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Lately she's been frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her
It gets annoyin 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 it down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin the ground
It's enough to hold us down
I'm stickin 'n' movin 'n' cruisin after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40-year-old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with her frame (yeah)
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fell in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't a entertainer would she remain
Surroundin me houndin me tryna be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie (homie)
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watchin her lick her lips
Or watchin her walk she hypnotize me with her hips man (yeah)
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 yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't 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
Cause of me some honeys gon' hate you that never saw you
Come here, let my touch on you I'll 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 balla night
[Chorus]
I wanna get to know you
I really fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I'm simply gon' drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of your lovin'
I'm simly gon' drive you, crazy
I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wanna be your lover
[Starts off with the beat of Akon & Young Jeezy's: "Soul Survivors"]
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Y'all niggas thought I was gon' let y'all niggas breathe, huh? (YEAH! Haha!)
Nigga I'm #2 on tha chart, (#2, nigga! #2 in the country!) #1 in the hood, fuck y'all niggas!
Yo Joe (WHATTUP NIGGA?) see my numbers, Jada?
Hahaha! (Yo Game, you a scared ass-nigga!)
I'm sellin' in Germany, London! (Joe you choose? at the VMAs!)
Y'all niggas can suck my dick, or their mothers, man! (Man, fuck y'all!)
I'm on some shit right now! (Jada you know what time it is!)
I'm lookin' for some trouble... (I'm a gangsta nigga!) {NON STOP! }
[Chorus:]
Catch me in the back, Mack on my 'Lac,
Now workin' trap, got that dope and that crack;
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - Yay got that fire! (HERE WE GO!) - Yeeeeeeeeeeah! {Whoooooooo! }
I got that hazes, got that dro, got that piff,
Got that shit, that you sniff, man I hold the .fo'-fifth [gun cocks]
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - Yay got that fire! (BRING IT DOWN NOW!)
[Verse:]
My top down in tha black Lamb'
I chop down to my last gram, low for my task an' {Whooo! }
Nigga check my raps, they incredible poets
Got your bitch on tha plane when she? air to Pu'to? . (BRING IT DOWN NOW!) {HAHA! }
Ayo, stick-up kids is - out off tags!
But it don't worry me {Whoooo! } - cause I stay with a Mack! [gun cocks] (WHAT ELSE?)
And I ridin' a 'Lac - with some shit on my lap!
BLAAAAAAAT! [gunshot] - I hate ya whole team, lay down flat! {GET BACK! }
The world's a big pussy - waiting to get fuck!
I been dyin' for the state, since I been locked up!
Roll up in that Porsche truck - a grand Turbo!
You's a blunt here and prose - with big .fo'-fo'.
I was 0-3! - 8-2! - 3-3-9!
Now the kid is home, it's my time to shine! (YEAH!) {DAMN! }
[Chorus:]
Catch me in the back, Mack on my 'Lac,
Now workin' trap, got that dope and that crack.
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! (yeeeeaaahh!) - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! (yeeeeaaahh!) - Yay got that fiiiiire! - Yeeeeeeeeeeah! (I got enough nigga!)
I got that hazes, (12 .12s!) got that dro, got that piff, (58 .58s!)
Got that shit, that you sniff, man, I hold the .fo'-fifth;
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - A known supplier!
Yeeeeeeeeeeah! - Yay got that fiiiiire!
[Outro:]
Yeah, I told y'all man!
"Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon"...
In stores now, I'm #2 on the motherfuckin' country!
Yo EM get better!
Yo 50, whassup?
I got that new CLS, money green nigga!
'Bout you get the money green, rips off them nigga!
I look like a flying 100 outta mill' comin' to SouthSide!
Yo Monster whassup? [beat fades out]
24's on the 'Lac nigga!
We ride, no fuck all! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo! }
My nigga Buck!
Yea, yo, ay yo yo
Turn my mic levels up
Turn my mic levels up turn the beat down a lil bit
I wanna hear my swag nigga
You heard me turn my mic levels up
Turn the beat down, yeaaaa
Fuck a recession man
Stocks just went down again
Fuck man, nigga bush on tv acting like don't be worried
Well I'm worried man
I'm about to trade in that bentley all that shit
Jewellery all that shit man
I've got swagger my shoes farragamo
Big 4 4 nigga yay catch a homo
Don't do tahoe, only ducatti
Take off the grill now the phantom is a caddy
I, balls watch christmas eve
Got louie fendi balls on my christmas trees
Nigga yayo for preident I free all the jails out
And buy coke with that 700 billion dollar bail out
The worlds biggest re up in the guiness books
I chef up cocaine like chemist cooks
I gets the illest looks over pro tools
Nigga step ya game up buck don't I hold tools
Nicknamed her old school I call her ice tea
And that new toy I call it soulja boy
I mix the coke with the soda boy
Now the crack game over boy
By the way I got that boy, bundles of it
And the pelle got bundles in it
Why a nigga so timid
300 hollywood 2 hoes in it
[Mavado:]
I'm on di go
I'm on di go but! badman ah try fi stop mi though jah know
I'm on di go, I'm on di go jah! clone mi out cah mi nuh
Poppy show ja
[Chorus: Mavado]
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special bwoy ah pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal thank jah
[Verse: Tony Yayo]
I'm so special, I'm so special, so special, so special
I walk around with my 4-10 special
It holds shotgun shells cause it's special
I leave a nigga in the ground with the devil
For his big faced watch with the bezzel
I send 16 shots make ya hot like mexico
Or he reach for his starp shoot himself like vexico
What the fuck y'all hating for
I smoke like rammalan, I smoke that bombaloud
Ya guys a pitstart shoot like a pistol
My gun in my small palm it go bam bam like lebron
[Chorus 2: Mavado]
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special bwoy ah pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal thank jah
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Tell 'em mi nuh fear two face expression guy fi do
Dutty mouth caan trace nor dettol mi hear dem chat
[Verse: Mavado]
Jackie and steven ah di swine fa! informa si too much
Dat dem blind fa! one plate ah food dem sell out mankind
Fa! guess you have di yearn suh weh di bag ah badmind fa
Mi sidestep dem dutty works suh how di fuck dem waan mi
Join fa! mi gi dem weh dem waan weh dem ah mix mi inna
Crime fa, ah di same thing warlord rise him nine fa
Every dutty work jah shall show dem a sign fa cause jah
Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan pree mi
Fi gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah
I'm so special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special ha ha ha
Jah! mek we special, I'm so special so special so
Special dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan
Pree mi fi gal and dem waan chase like brother it's
A special delivery, dem waan mi live inna misery but
Dat they will never si special delivery, from my
Mother deliver mi ha ha I'm on di go, I'm on di go but
Dem badmind nuh waan fi stop mi though jah know, I'm on
Di go I'm on di go but! dem caan play mi like nuh poppy
Show cause jah! mek we special, I'm so special so special
So special dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan Pree mi fi gal and dem waan chase like petal but jah
Mek we special, I'm so special so special so special
Dats why mi strap wid mi.45 special dem waan pree mi fi
[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh huh GGGG G Unit
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
50 Cent
[Tony Yayo:]
New York now
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Sometimes I wake up by my bed sweatin' but it still feels like i'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a females the form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
Never thought they'd catch me slippin' now I'm duckin' and drippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin'
On records I could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through Mama Bitchin' in and out the kitchen
With probable cause cuz papa was in and out the prison
I'm a soldier, holdin' my weight on my own ya know
Its Tony Yayo
Let 'em have it
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Niggas actin' like we go back like car seats
Wait a minute pa, you ain't hard on these streets
I got some hard body bitches in a wide body coupe
That give you more stitches than an Armani suit
Since god made dirt
Dirt don't hurt
Unless you six feet deep or in the back of a hearse
Hood rats in the hood can't concentrate
Cause they see the Cardiare with the rosey face
Some hustle for clothes some hustle for sneakers
Me I got Os i'm givin' out free peices
You heard me
I'm givin' out free peices
You heard me nigga
[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Don't get murdered on the humble
Weloome to the jungle nigga
New york city
It's the talk of new york Tony Yayo
I'm gettin back on the spazz shit
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Niggaz all in my face asking me for some moneyy
When I say no, no, no no
They be like he acting funny
You wanna rain on my parade
But cloudy are turning sunny
You only heard in the hood, and that's not good
I'm heard across the country
Nigga land on the helipad, rims on the new jag
Lil nigga stop you got holes in your doo-rag
I'm gettin brick money just to walk through the club
Why your face screwed up you tryna walk like a thug
I'm in that 530 I.x b.m wagon
Oral sex through my sweats now your b.m braggin
My a.n.t saggin they cost 230
When I ride through the p's the v is 230
My wrist is too clean, my hat to the side
My strap in my ride I don't swallow my pride
There's wolves in the jungle, there's sheep in the jungle
The price of a life is real cheap in the jungle
[Chorus]
The worlds ready for my wide reange discussion
Terror 5 can't hide time for the touchin
I'm all about stuntin, I'm all about frontin
I can blow 50 grand my man it ain't nothin
When I run up on ya car what ya gonna do
I got body parts in the crib like saw 2
Before you see me, I saw you
This is usual I got the dance drop on you
I'l get you lined up, og your times up
Big bully money get you dummies tied up
You sweet like a buttercup tryna act tough
[Chorus:]
The money money
The cars cars
The hoes, hoes
Fo fo's, only lord knows
What you what you think I got a vest for
What you what you what you
What you think I got a vest for
What you think I got a vest for
[Verse:]
Life is full of, the hoes, the trials and tribulations
The money the clothes the jealous niggaz hating
Black president I never thought there could be
Black first lady I never thought there would be
Now politicians hooping at the white house
I'm moving white niggaz shooting at my trap house
Bricks on cosami I need it on a elbow
That's a flaging foul like a lebron long elbow
Our skip to my loose snack the a house
I had a crime scene looking like freddy house
19 and a 30 shot clip
Let them bullets transition
Cause I don't want my bm looking like 2 bob beon
Vroom when I see y'all my swag european
I'm a boss your a peon
Snatch a model up and hit her with the stinky leg
She 5'2 bitch thick like pinky leg
[Break:]
These lil niggaz with these blogging beefs
This keri hilson and beyonce beef
Lil homie I'm beyond that beef
My money have your ass under white sheets, white sheets
Flatline
[Chorus]
See y'all niggaz stunting out there on that fake louie ricky
Bitch talking bout you were 2 in a bed
Nigga, you wear fake louie on the xxl
Step your game up told ya I get nervous talking bout swag and louie
Oh yea captain rich triple c's
I heard y'all niggaz ain't got houses man
You living in yiur mommas basement nigga
Oh yea fat joe
You not even on them soundscans nigga
You sold 250 copies k.a.r
Pistol pete
Y'all niggaz ain't got no guap
Not 250 thousand, 250 copies
What you what you think I got a vest for
What you what you what you
What you think I got a vest for
Yea, 1, 2
Niggaz talkin bout they gon kill me on twitter
Lol, they sittin in front of the crib
I see that red camaro
Well nigga my glocks got extended clips on em
Come and kill me twitter gangsta
Let's go
[Verse:]
Godzilla the rap game tokyo
I'm a viking you a victim when the drama fold
Strength come in numbers, I kill these niggas dolo
Go hard with my pen when they say my raps is doo doo
Police precint, everybody fuckin know me
Police comin, I'm lookin like a heissman trophy
Our father born in heaven
I'l leave these niggaz all holey with deez mac 11's
Rude boy me like the moneys shelter green
X mark the spot me hit the hater with the beam
Machine gun go blaaaccckkaa
Shooting at the feds like fred malbakar
2 minutes of shooting feel like 2 hours
Money of these bricks give a nigga more power, power
Tom fords, watch chapal
44 bulldog who you watching for
Keep believin in them panicky nervers riders
Come through my residence I'm shooting through pyjamas
44 holes, through polorolls
Lay a nigga down, strip em of his soul
The bike harley, the truck harley
My daughter in that bitch watching that I carly
Air france socks off, high as fuck
She see the cardy french stewardess she wanna fuck
And she a pretty bitch, god damn the bitch holdin
She got the blonde hair ass like ashley logan
2-11 I pull it off the lot nigga
My pockets like that human beat box nigga
Faat boyyyyy
Yea, see my nigga floyd mayweather
50, blue hefner, p-reala
Nigga b-vo
Rest in peace to goldie lodie mac
Yeaaa, niggaz if, yo yay I ain't heard you in a while
(feat. 50 Cent)
[Eminem:] He Is Dj Whoo Kid
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Its The Talk Of New York
Yeah Nigga Real Talk Of New York
A.K.A. 12 12s 58 58s
I Got My Man Lloyd Banks In This Motherfucker
A.K.A. Blue Hefner
My Man Buck Young Buck A.K.A. Buck Marley
And I Got My Man 50 Cent You Know Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Niggas In The Hood Try To Mention Me
You'll Get Turned Into An Unsolved Mystery
Homie My 44 'll Make You History
Kid You Died That Day It Was Meant To Be
With Your Mom And Your Papa Hopin' You Make It
And Po Po Thinkin' Its Gang Related
Nigga Its Drug Related
Listen Lifes A Bitch
My Ski Mask On, See My Eyes And My Lips
Slide In My Six
New Four Fifth
Extra Clip
Hollowtips
Now You Hit
Layin' Stiff
White Sheet Over Your Crisp Outfit
I Told You So
Pay That Dough
Now You In The Morgue With A Tag On Your Toe
Kick In Your Do' (Door)
With A Big Four Four
Give Me That Coke, That E And That Blow
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Hey Yo, Its T-O-N-Y
I Stay With A Semi
New Mac-10 'll Make All Your Men Die
You Don't Want No Drama
We Run Up On Your Mama
And Cock Back The Llama
Now Thats Beef Nigga
You Don't Want It Started
So Don't Get It Started
Cause My Gorillas Is Insane And Retarded
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (50 Cent)]
What It Is Yo, Whats Up?
(Whats Up?)
I Put Some Money On Your Head You Get Touched
(Get Touched)
And My Killers Come Through And Bust
(And Bust)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
Nine Milly Hold Me Down The Clip Full
(Clip Full)
You Better Duck When My Niggas Come Through
(Come Through)
44 'll Fuckin' Hit You
(Hit You)
Them Bullets Have Your Ass Like
(Ayyyyyyyyyyaaaa)
[Tony Yayo:]
You ever wake up and wanna slit your wrists
Your daughter start acting like that awful bitch
I got the ak-47 tatted on my stomach
If that nigga ratted put 3 in his stomach
In my hood niggas kill for practice
Trap star mutilated money in the mattress 'cause, 'cause
[Repeat]
Ain't no love the trigga ain't got names
Haze and hennessy wash up all the pain
Homocide wash up all the blood stains
Dead nigga washed up in a new range
I wake up to the new york post
At her sweet 16 a girl shot in her throat
My homie bitten, he a menatnce man from the island
Sins forbidden but the nigga keep wyling
So much weed I wonder who seed is
Yea gpg
Yea gunpowder guru
Yayo, fif what's good
Banks whattup
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
R.I.p to lodi mac
I pray to god I get them niggaz back
I'm on that rich nigga shit I could kill about 5 of you
And when you die I build a mall on top of you
New york my roof fit
In that porsche panarama s armor kit
They say yay is a dead man walking
So when I die put a half of pound in my coffin
[Chorus: Louie Castro]
I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me
Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding
H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips
Blast me a chest nothin left but a hollow tip
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
They say lifes a bitch, then you die
So that sour got me on another high
And I promise you huey p I'd revenge his death
Squeeze the drum out the k till theses nothing left
I hit a nigga from a 100 yards you think he telling
I got his head on a scope like a watermelon
I wake up to big blunts and td jakes homies
And got them call of duty guns by the safe homie
Money made me a target that's what happened
The hip hop police they own manhatten
They locked wayne up, they locked p up
And every other day man they tryna lock me up
[Mike Knox:]
Knoxx
Yayo
You ain't gotta do no more shooting now baby
[Chorus: Louie Castro]
I'm a top notch gangsta you know where to find me
Deep in the streets yay know I'm out grinding
H boy shit drive by with a 100 clips
Blast me a chest nothing left but a hollow tip
[Mike Knox:]
I'm in the city ridin round with the strap on my lap
2 vests on my back with a bulletproof hat
I'm for the day time action
Shooting at your captain
Glcok full of gun smoke all you is wheel movin
In the jet cruising, this is how we do shit
Peek a boo your whole strip
Everybody gettin hit
Hoodies on till we switch
Never caught up in the mix
In the club with the blick, 4 pound hit a dick
Laughin at you fuck boys
We can do it inside if you want you better duck boy
Security be bitching cause I'm about my buisness
A bottle of zay over ya head he need stitches
They banned me from the club, but I don't give a fuck
I'd rathe hit the bar in the hood and buy the liquor up
They see trouble follow me so my guns on me
I'm like monster from brooklyn I'm in these streets
[Chorus:]
[Tony Yayo:]
4-10 nigga, I go gun ho
I make it hot like mama baptist gumbo
No hours immune to the violence
Wake up to the gun shot you never hear silence
In the ghetto everybody knock each other
I guess cause they live top each other
Got the llama for the drama
Pits might lock on your leg
Groupies on stage lil mama vma's
White mazi, police racist like them white nazi's
Shooters on your car like paparazzi
Flash bang hit, you don't bang bitch
Camaro, red bullet I come spray shit
Philly niggaz here they shoot at cops
I'm in the balance with beans and knox
With a half a pound of sour, pockets full of knots
My louie jeans, is full of that guap
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Baller you dropping just like flies
Swallow they blood before they swallow they pride
Ahhhhh, shorty wanna live the thug life
I said forenz I'm stuck at the lights
These lil niggaz wylin I'm a call it a night
Ahhh, shorty wanna live the thug life
[Tony Yayo:]
Shorty wanna be a thug
Cold heart, cold gun full of slugs
Seat 74 gladiator war shit
6 homies stabbed got the warden out his office
Gd's, vice lords in chicago
Gangbanging robe models
Lil niggaz sustain fire
Repel enemy attack 4-10 fire
Water cool barrell on the strap
It's like dat, where we from
A nigga hit a lick if he see one
A nigga keep a gun cause he need one
Rock with it miss ya friends and ya freedom
Armed and dangerous, kill you in a heart beat
Shooting cops like 2pac on these streets
Dead before 21, statistic
And homie that did it got 40 cause it's school district
[Chorus:]
[Slim Da Mobsta:]
He might not never walk again, or talk again
So what's up with him, ok let's do it then
Niggaz gon need hospitals if I spit at you
Condition is gon be critical
I'm a criminal down to the molecules
They talkin bout twitter I will fuck around and follow you
Big fish, small pond, fuck around swallow you
Cobble stone the driveway look at the view
Marble all on the fire place look at the cool
Graduated to a higher space study my moves
Smooth in a room full of vultures
All I'm tryna do is introduce you to my culture
And can give you my word I move birds like sosa
Welcome to california the best kush and good coca
Word to that bite size give me that hold
And don't flight spies
Last shootout everybody dies except muahhhh
Ain't surprised we the niggaz that they dispise, that's why
[Chorus:]
A thousand grams connect wiped out
A thousand grams connect wiped out
Da feds got a check from the whitehouse
Da feds got a check from the whitehouse
[Verse 1:]
C4 in your kids kindergarden cubby hole
You go pick him up I blow up the school
A little drug money never really hurt nobody
Flip a half a brick, get a purple mazi
Ain't nothin but clarity on my scale
Addicts feel the agony popping pills
Model california medical want her
You with a silly rat she got mile on her
A hunnid thousand on my b.b.m page
2 meth labs crime really really pays
It's like magic how them things dissappear
It's like pullin a quarter from behind my ear
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Rule number 1
Multiple guns, multiple holsters
Dat combo will work incase niggas try to smoke ya
Rule number 2
Keep a nice ankle carry
My a.c.g boot cut hold a dirty harry
Rule 3 don't fall in love witcha strap
Especially if you put in work get rid of that
Rule 4 start off small but don't buy a fuckin pony
I bett this.44 betallion get these fuckers off me
Rule 5 I'm strapped when I re-up
For them alicia keys you get swizz cheesed up
5 thousand grams connect wiped out
Da feds got a check from the whtehouse
[Chorus:]
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate on me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
[Verse:]
Interscope hated on the t.o.s project
I stll got money jimmy cash ain't no object
I'm drunk homie, that's the patrone talking
In the phantom ghost riding with the doors open
My man a killer he fresh from up north
But switched his swag up to tight clothes and mohawks
You know the streets talk and how the hood do
Follow hood rules and niggaz might kill you
[Repeat]
Blood and crips christian they kids, they blood stains
In the projects it's nuttin but blood stains
Pain, poverty, fear, hate
I use to sell crack sittin on a milk crate
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Stay hater free roll the marijuana
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
They hate, they hate, they hate, they constantly hate me
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
Hate don't kill it make me stronger
We gon pour a little liquor out
For all the gangbangers across the world
Smoke a little dro
For the niggas really reppin this shit
You know, yea, yea
If you gangbang homie, then what's your oath
If you gangbang cause, then who you smoked
If you gangbang nigga, rep your set
Cause I'm a rep my set g-unit
[Repeat]
Record sales lookin bad cause these kids downloading
So I'm out in pa I got the whole town open
My daughters still growin up, coke price going up
My lambo doors are like gang signs (gunshot)
My crip niggaz with me, blood niggaz with me
The g shine niggaz turn they set to g-city
Blood stands for brotherly love overrise opration and destruction, you ain't got the birds then you frontin
Crip is community revolution in progress
My shooters got them rugers them lugers, fif's and llamas
You got love for the kings scream amor la ready
And them ms-13 boys they don't play
Don't get no tear drops without no bodies
I'm in that gtc drop the feds drive by me
[Chorus: x2]
You could be a blood, crip, meito or a king
Muslim, piru, ms-13
Nigga what's your oath, what set you claim
(Out in the street they call it murder)
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck D-Block
[Tony Yayo:]
Put your hands up
Give me that Gin and that Ginka
One false move you get sprayed up
I'm in that Range truck
David got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my weights up
I put that work in
Nigga you not my bretheren
44 Mag when i'm lurkin'
This is murder
Yayo is a clip inserter
I sneak in your crib like a burglar
[Whoo Kid:] BRING IT BACK
(Out in the street they call it murder)
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck D-Block
[Tony Yayo:]
Put your hands up
Give me that Gin and that Ginka
One false move you get sprayed up
I'm in that Range truck
David got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my weights up
I put that work in
Nigga you not my bretheren
44 Mag when i'm lurkin'
This is murder
Yayo is a clip inserter
I sneak in your crib like a burglar
Homie i'm gangsta
Fat Joe that boy is a wanksta
I come to the Bronx and I spank ya
I smoke that Ganja
Rollin' shotgun with Baja
3-5-7 Revolver
(BRING IT BACK)
(Out in the street they call it murder)
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck D-Block
[Tony Yayo:]
Put your hands up
Give me that Gin and that Ginka
One false move you get sprayed up
I'm in that Range truck
David got me fuckin' blinged up
Last year I was broke now my weights up
I put that work in
Nigga you not my bretheren
44 Mag when i'm lurkin'
This is murder
Yayo is a clip inserter
I sneak in your crib like a burglar
Homie i'm gangsta
Fat Joe that boy is a wanksta
I come to the Bronx and I spank ya
I smoke that Ganja
Rollin' shotgun with Baja
3-5-7 Revolver
G Units the clique we ride for the cause
We gettin' money bretheren wheres yours?
We'll kill your ass homeboy you better think
We the ones that took murder out The Inc
[Verse 1:]
Get money, new new name kimmy
500 rims between a legend I'm between many
Hermezz stairs, with a bad bitch
She horny off them oysters feed her disco stick
The ak is like a pogo stick
I put holes in a rat on some popo shit
Us open, polo shit
Don p life hoes get rozay dick
See my roof is invisible my life is great
When I die my kids got millions in my pshycial traits
It's all a race, in a zoo of logical population
Da world is a zoo and these animals is waiting
On the prey, but not me
Kamikaze, pass the judge 19k
[Chorus:]
Put my back against the wall
You know I'm goin pop that
Put my back against the wall
A 100 shooters I'l cock back
With my back against the wall
I never fall under pressure
With my back against the wall
I'm usually duckin detectives
[Verse 2:]
Homocide flash my mug shot
Cause I'm killin every nigga in sight like buck shots
Nigga run up on me think my chin is glass
I bet this 4-10 strap boy I'l spin your ass
Tony yayo is a brand builder
You ever have fillet minjuon dinners in bugatti dealers
I fuck with colombians and mexicans
That play with more keys than alicias hands
My chapol got the bezzle face
Vest with the metal plates
I'm strapped when I wear my jewels
Cause I rap nigga I ain't fooled
I click clack cause my gun game cool
I know some black... stones in LA
Great street niggers crib nigger in a bay
GT... in Chicago
... caught me slipping at...
Bitches love money
Smoking on that chees
Drinking on that honey
Grab bottom
... Luis hit the jazz
All this temptation got me trippin now the devil steps
14... 2 left
... me and... go together like...
... tear drops in your mother tissue
[Chorus:]
If you are a killer put a tattoo on your face
Your color body put a tear drop on your face
You're a gangsta? Put a tattoo on your face
Real riders got tattoos any place
[Repeats]
Move... the serenade the street corner
He is sweet you better have a thing on you
... I hit you with the... from a cop named...
Adolescence... from Taliban
Mt best friend died he tattooed his name on me
A reminisce every time I blow...
She extraordinary wear... I'm in a space ship
Rolls wills cover up I'm about to double up
To triple up watch a pimp get his bitches up
Feel me
Two tear drop that's the double...
[Superstar Jay:]
Tony Yayo, Superstar Jay...
"Swine Flu Part 2"!
Enter Queens at your own risk!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
[Female reporter:]
There's a stillness in the air...
In the neighborhood where two blocks seem empty.
You can hear the wind whip through the playground usually crowded with children.
Signs on school doors: "Closed because of swine flu".
This is Ground Zero for swine flu here in New York.
Queens... has more than half the swine flu cases in the country.
[Male 1:]
Swine flu breeds in pigs... spread then from person to person.
Right now New York City is virtually shut down!
[Female 1]
Schools are closed.
[Male 1:]
This is a virus the world has really never seen before.
[Female 2:]
Libraries and museums... shut down.
[Tony Yayo: x3]
Me and my cousins rolling on swishas
Niggas punk fake we puttin niggas in the ditches
[Tony Yayo:]
Snitches call cops, cause I'm a dealer
Smokin on that strawberry smellin like a killer
New york niggas, boys ain't playing
Recession in the street got everybody spraying
Get the daily news, nigga read about me
18.5 got the keys and the audi
Yea I'm in the a, I'm linking up with drama
Praying that the coke come back like carla
My bitch from the p's I'm smoking with her mama
Chopper in the trunk of a brand new hummer
Niggas from texas sippin that sizzurp
Niggas from florida sellin that water
My balarouz niggas got they keys in them corridors
Blowin like a mortar, streets got them orders
I'm meeting my mexican connect by the border
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I'm a thug nigga, thug nigga
Thug nigga, thug nigga
Thug nigga, thug nigga
Swamp nigga, swamp nigga
[Willie The Kid:]
Yo, enjoyin the money
Employin the killers, posing on villas
The embassy and guerilla unit I do it
In tune with attornies, earner the gurny
Splurge on hermees, them bitches to burn me, yea
Waves spinnin no vertigo
She boat leggin stance no
True religion pants I convert a hoe
Convertible ceiling excerting my clip is extended
And if I said I meant you spose to get offended
Flippin through that hip hop, weekly
They say my niggas make the hip hop news, weakly
See all my niggas gangstas
A couple of us rappers
Clash with the rappers that's tryin to be gangstas
Affiliates embassy we rockin with the unit
Shout out to 50, yayo my nigga banks included
Compartments where the tooley go
Apartments like a jewellary store
Studio a car show
Willie the kid nigga moving like a diamond crook
For all you costume niggas staright out the comic books
It's rollies, cartiers, lockments, g-shocks
Bright lens they callin us the watchmen
[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Yea nigga get a mixtape out or something nigga
Fuck, they talk bout these fucking rappers man
I do this shit for the money man
Staright g's man
Word up, it's the talk of new york nigga they don't how
Niggaz know what time it is man
For real man I'm getting all this money this year
Taking it back to the streets
Never see y'all niggaz in the hood
For real man, yea
[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Live it up get money nigga bust a nut
Boy you gangstes are tough and the guns you bust
For that 25 to life straight fucking you up
Listen in the projects niggaz die over rumors
And close head shots give niggaz brain tumors
Hell yea, everybody hustle round here
I don't play by the rules cause the game ain't fair
My team is monopilising, marketing and advertising
Wet on a beach with a freak while the sun rise
I'm in the coupe driving while you on the stoop rhymin
You rappin for free nah dog that ain't me
I get a g every line, my fans online
You ain't richer than me stop watching mine
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
The streets keep calling me
The keep calling me back
But it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm at
They keep on calling me
They got me riding strapped
With a bitch from vitesse with her head in my lap
The streets be calling me
You can see me out in public
I stay in the hood I be giving up bubbly
The streets keep calling me, keep calling me
I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me
They keep calling me, they keep calling me
I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me
[Cormega:]
I use to want props, now I want property
Nigga I ain't tryna be, caught up in narcotics beat
You got the cream and blobby but it's not ikeem
Ironically, I can make you feel the rockets is not a game when the llamas lay,
You yesterdays news, tomorrow came
Now your plots a grave my hollow shots fuck up your concentration
I gots the montego flow, I rock with yayo
Real recognise real, watch what you say yo
Love is love but acknowledge hate shown
From niggaz who grren from envy or rocks on they clothes
You better ask somebody, who's stash is mighty
How many friends from the past that there's beside em
Of course I'm just talking bout your man that's grimey
Those who stay true should be right there by you
But god bless the chld who could hold his own
If you earn it you deserve it no man can deny you
Money make a girl full of that [x8]
Jesus died on a cross next to criminals
45 a.c.p by the genitals
In this modifying,
A silent homenage execution style right between the eyes
Mint suite 2 brazillians bitches hopped out
They wanna stop my balling, lock out
Recession, heart full of turmoil
Niggaz try to take yours let them bullets burn on you
Fake friends turn out to be hoe niggaz
20 mill in liquid funds I show niggaz
El chapo rich through the pipe line
They eye rate they hate from the sidelines
I grab the world by the fucking shoulders
If everybody bossed up, who the fucking soldiers
I'm in vegas nevada in a cosmo
Me and p-reala got 20 hoes
Fo sho
[Chorus:]
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I only bring it out when I see a baby mama
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I only bring it out when I see a baby mama
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I stay strapped up when I see a baby mama
Got that uzi 4-10, marlon rock on the llama
I stay strapped up when I see a baby mama
Yea when I see a baby mama nigga
I'm in far rockaway
Edeman handles or sumthin
Red fur I need that marlon rockwell that big shit
Ya feel me
Southside jamaica I make that 4-10 revolve
Hold shotgun shells and shit
Merrick boulevard I take a uzi them nigga sneaky
Ya feel me
Haha, nigga know his guns and shit man
Gpg 4 outlaws nigga
[Tony Yayo:]
These rappers talkin bout fast cars and kilos
That caviar prosche 911 down with kilos
Let's talk money homie pillows of that brain dead
When I was broke I had no pillow for my damn head
Damn rich I got a little money on my head
That's chump change og, I'm not dead
My angels turn my tears to a bright smile
I binged out doin time on rikers isle
I'm in a challenger, high with my honey bunch
Flip flop colour, the dodge is hawaiian punch
Them fiends want lunch, I give em dog food
Run up on my whip, you be the lords food
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I ain't out here chasing my dick I'm chasing paper
And when you make too much these niggaz they learn to hate ya
You are a hater I'm a hermeez draper
A jimmy tabinni and a new lamborghini
These haterz wanna be me, your bitch I'm a scrape her
Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
Paper, paper
Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
Paper, paper
Mad at me cause I'm all about paper
[Maino:]
I could see it in your eyes that you niggaz really hateful
It hurt you too see me and I ain't in that shell suit
I ain't in that big yard, I ain't in that mess hall
I ain't even think that, I would make it this far
Ain't life strange though, look at how it changed though
You don't even like me the bitch love maino
She love how my chain glow, love when my shirt off
Sl drop no top baby shirt off
Runnin through the city pants half down half up
We get money pussy niggaz get they eyes shut
Black bandana on my right wrist tied up
You still chasing pussy while pussy tryna find us
[Chorus: x2]
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Yeaaa
[Verse:]
Yea I never had drama with the cops
But I larry davis rick ross ass with the glock
Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving
Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting
I just spoke to sha money, sha spoke to makazo
Niggaz fuck with rick ross, hell no he po po
He the next ja rule, and khaled be hating
Remember last time pussy at the radio station
You fuck boy peons, your swaggering odion
That maybach 57 is looking like a neon
You youtube gangsta, hoe ass nigga
I call in castalaneu, shells in you abdominal
And I hear that haitian nigga on your track
But I just got of the jack, with haitian jack
I got the mac, miami is the 2 2 3
You lose a body part nigga fucking with me
[Chorus x2]
[Verse:]
My clothes got the carridge and the horse on it
Hermeez I look like a boos in it
Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys
The porsche performing like ron on steroids
You got def jam lookin like the ford building
A c.o, talking bout drug dealing
A lil londons on that potty nigga
I'm going hard tryna see that bugatti dealer
I got that auto matic shotty nigga
I catch a body nigga
My lawyer got me in cobo with a hottie nigga
And me and fif is like jordan and scotty nigga
Yea I'm on the streets, you the police
That 57 don't even got plane seats
I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie
Get the 62, step it up dummy
Dumb motherfucker, you ain't even got plane seats
Spent all that money on that 57 nigga
Don't fool the public nigga
62 is for a boss
Ask jay nigga, ask your boss jay-z nigga
[Chorus:]
This ain't no safe heaven for these hoes, for these hoes
It's face down ass up girl you know how the story goes, story goes
I said this ain't no safe heaven for no bitch, for no bitch
It's g'zz up hoes down bitch go make a nigga rich, make me rich
[Verse:]
Yea bitch ride, bitch ride
Be my fake dunaway like bonnie and clyde
Look, my swag is cool I cruise with a lean
With a dime young thing outta smooth magazine
Trap niggas local I done bein on jimmy kimmel
Now your bm is a nympho of that ornage county indo
It's all real simple you know how a pimp do
I'm in cobbo with a homeless seregant timbo
Fat ass cute with the dimples
Pigeon toed but I don't love these hoes
I take off the hermeez and put it in her stomach
She's likes jesus christ his jeans are 800
Aww nigga do you know what this is
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
Aww nigga do you know who you with
It's tony yayo up in this bitch
Got them drum lugers with them hollow tips
See shot lugers with an extra clip
50 cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way ot to flip them bricks
In that big body benz you know its oh 6
Got your bitch on my dick I stack them chips
And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick
From a block away you can see them kid
Dont front mothafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
Im on the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
And you know im feelin to take her back to the crib
Here we go imma show her how a playa live
At the door I tell her to take her clothes off...shit
- shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
- shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
I put the g in g-unit baby I got game
Head to go good to go and I dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth you know im cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and im freakin you
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
Baby let me fly you in my lair
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole don't know
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.
- shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
- shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
My ways be spinnin I charm the amazing way
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why I brought you
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause I can see me in um
Listen I piss out cris inhale haze
I'm in the marriot gettin laid all day
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
Im in this club with a tre pound star
Dont blame it on david im all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out
- shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
- shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
[Intro: Tony Yayo (Young Buck) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! (uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooooooh!) {CAN'T FORGET YOUNG BUCK!}
Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Yeah! {"BUCK THE WORLD"!} (YEAH!)
Listen! {LET'S GO!} [gunshot]
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (Young Buck)]
Niggas is totin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!)
Niggas is smokin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!)
Niggas is jokin' now. (HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!) {ALL STAR...}
Niggas is totin' now. (LET'S GOOOO!) {WEEKEND!} [shot]
[Tony Yayo (Young Buck):]
G-Unit in the house now show some love.
I got my spur in the lot - and my strap in the club. (COME ON!)
I Used to sip on Bub. - now it's Cristal Rose
And shorty dancin' all on my pistal nose. (HAHAAAAAA!) {COME ON!} [gunshot]
I got the - hydro burnin', got the burner and the stash
When I leave this club - it's gauranteed ass! (whooo!)
My niggas ain't ask they all straped Up
Make one false move get your ass clapped Up! (BOOM!)
We get that dough, diamonds glow, holes in my vehicle
Forty-fo', act a fo, nigga I'm seein' you. (YEAH!) [gunshot]
And don't ask 50 if Tony's rich! (Naaaaah!)
I got a dog named dollar like - Richie Rich. (YOOOOO!) {HAHA!}
And I don't love hoes! - Fuck a bitch!
Nigga you a pimp, you not supposed to trick! (hahaaaaa!)
If that's a rolex it's not supposed to tick,
I got so many hoes, I need another dick! - Yeeeeeah! (COME ON!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (Young Buck)]
Niggas is smokin' now. (LET'S GO!) {"OFF PAPERS"!}
Niggas is totin' now. (WHATTUP NIGGAS?) ("DJ Whoo Kid... on Hot97! ")
Niggas is jokin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!) {G-UNIT RADIO!}
Niggas is totin' now. {DAMN!} [gunshot]
[Young Buck:]
Desert Eagle! - Red monkeys, wife beater. (YEAH!)
A gang leader with' your bitch in her two seater. (C'MON!)
Dirty nigga! - Tattoos, bullet wounds (HEEEEY!)
Hollowtips. - We comin' to your hood soon. (HEEEY!) [shot] {Whoooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Dope money! - Rap money, your money! (WHAT?)
Death to the niggas that whoever stole from me {"BUCK THE WORLD"!}
Soldier! - Battlefield, frontline. (LINE!)
Shotguns! - AK's! Glock nines! [2 gunshots] (YEEEEEEEAH!)
Hustla! {DAMN!} - Balla, big boss! (HUH?)
Broke niggas! - Bitch niggas get lost!
Crack babies! - Base heads, dope fiens! (DOPE FIENDS!)
Come on, I thought this was the "American Dream". (AAAAAIGHT!) {Whoooo!}
Heroin! - Cocaine, PCP! (WHAT?)
Angel dust! - X pills, LSD! (LSD!)
Fuck with' me! - Show me love, holla back! (HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!) {Whooooooooooooooooooo}
Mexicans! - White people and the blacks. - Come on! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Chorus: Tony Yayo (Young Buck)]
Niggas is smokin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!) {SHA MONEY... XL!}
Niggas is totin' now. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!)
Niggas is jokin' now. (HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!)
I put my pen to the pad and complete the objective
And tell me life through a hood perspective
I hit a nigga close range calm and collective
My lex park it self I throw on my vest quick
I live like a crime figure, my money loong
I got ya baby moms in the aspen, skiing in a thong
You niggas dead wrong, your diamonds dead wrong
My diamonds like conflict you reach you lose a arm
My brain blown off that brain dead homess
That red light you smoking on that home grown
I'm in my own zone 44 all chrome
1 shot I'll have you leaking out chromozones
Big niggas wanna shot the 5
Lil niggas wanna shot 4 5's
So whoo kids about the greatest alive
Man I'm tryna just stay alive
I got my anti sagging, 44 magnum
[50 cent speakin]
Yeah, sumptin special you know, sumptin epic
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't wanna see you smile baby
[50 cent singin]
Woo, I wana be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smileeeee
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears an dry your eyes
[Verse One - Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wana take revenge
From the conversations were havin an the way it ends
You wanna 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 marchin back
Your amazin 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 nothin she just knows
By the way I'm lookin at her to take off all her clothes
Up an down...
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks (50 cent)]
Whenever I'm not around and you're feelin down
I wanna bring you joy and be
(Be the reason you smile)
I don't wana see you frown like them kids
Watch 'em clown, I wanna bring you joy and be
(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 done 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 lookin at you pityful
Kinda hard to have for this shit that I done did to you
Violated and took you into a crib or two
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 teasin with ya physical
She wanna wreck up her womb but I ain't got no room left
My section ain't princess
My foreign 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 bustin in ya bathroom
Got you laughin at ya shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin 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
It's the unit
[Chorus: x3]
This for my homies on the eastside
And all my homies on the westside
We sleepwalking getting money
We sleepwalking getting money
My city never sleep we sleepwalking getting money
[Verse 1:]
Pour out a little liquor r.I.p to michael jackson
You nobody to you die they said it on wax the
G-unit facture, I dream about jacksons
And benjamins too, my benz marine blue
600, stay blunted, move like a man wanted
A fugitive mind with nothing but crime on it
And I'm tired of these youtube gangstas
Run up on me I shoot the nigga with the camera
Dubai scenery, touch the sky
Baby girl that's a hotel that touch the sky
I pop a bottle, and the whole club looking
Cause it's the size of the nigga mean muggin
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
We I sleep I don't count sheep I count stacks
I need box office money so I'm learning how to act
20 grand in hermez that's the tmz stumped
See me on tv my swaggas what they want
The strap be plastic or all metal guns
Look down my barrel boy here the devil comes
Louie headband, smoking headband
I'm a rockstar girls when the jet land
New louies, match the luggage
Everybody rap now homie get a budget
I got tour dates so I'm feeling sluggish
But it's all for the money so you know the boy love it
[Chorus x3: Tony Yayo]
4 in the morning jump out some good pussy
Some real good pussy my nigga really evil
Take off the condom throw on the teflon
Load up the eagle and jump in the regal
[Tony Yayo:]
It's 4.40, it's about to be 5
I ain't even brushed my teeth low in the hoop ride
Mash through the projects I'm all through the bricks
I see this bitch nigga ahmmm about pussy
6.01 faggot nigga it's done, brrrrrrrraaaat
From the scorpion
Yellow tape boxed em up this nigga is done
Have a cheap ass funeral for low ass pussy
War boy that's what you dying for
King of the jungle I rip you with my lion paw
What you think that iron for
Try me now I'm pump faking
Hit you with the double pole
Have your whole fleet shaking
[Hook: Tony Yayo]
I need shooters for hire
Fill the application
I need shooters for hire
These niggaz be pussy
I need shooters for hire
I'm spending big money
I need shooters for hire
Cause niggaz act pussy
[Bridge: x4]
Who you stab, who you kill
Who you shot nigga
[Uncle Murda:]
Shoot em up bang bang, shoot em up bang bang
Make every bullet hit his head I wanna see his brains hang
See if you starpped you got to use that burner
You wanna roll with us you gotta be down to commit a murder
I ain't impressed by ya ice grill nigga
I got to know who gets stabbed, shot or killed nigga
Another note shits low on first
Hustlers robbing niggaz cause they can't get no work
For real son respect the recession
Don't wear ya jewellery if you ain; t got ypur gun to protect it
Cause on the strip like where that cocaine at
They talking how yung berg never getting his chain back
Geah g-unit on that street shit
We looking for niggaz to kill niggaz we got beef with
It ain't like we can't do it ourselves
But we getting moiney it's nothing to hire a lil help
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
I wear my shades when the sun ain't shining
The sun ain't shining
In them louie designers draped in diamonds
Blowing the finest
New york city party till sun rising
Till sun rising
It's 1 in the morning and them bottles is poppin
Big shit popping
[Verse 1:]
Share champagne, glasses collide
A pack of pretty girls fat asses collide
I'm in the a, met a c.p.a
She an independent woman no time to play
Got the rozay, horse carriage in the park
But ma never stoke you cause a pimp play his part
She in that sequence boostiea
In them bleached out j-prints her ass look fake
Flexible like rose acosta
A hard body shipped out I'l hold a toaster
A move them like my name was sosa
So them dimes and them 20's wanna give me that chocha
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Those ain't rolex diamonds what the fuck you done to that
Perfection in queens throw about 10 stacks
I toast the mortgage money rozay spillin on me
Michael jackson playin, p.y.t's is feelin on
Pretty young thing, I was wondering
If we could fly through a cloud towards london
Fridays like a thanksgiving feast
And saturday feel like a warm christmas eve
Cause it's nuttin but trees lit up, my neck v'd up
V12 model bitch, to suck my seed up
I kick my feet up on the sun seeker
Bad meter, blunt and a sangria
[Chorus]
Heeeeyy, hoooooooe [x5]
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Life is like a rollercoaster
Enjoy it on the way up, hate it on my way down
Them haters stay focused on ya
I keep my head above water cause these haters wanna see me drown
Drown, drown
Cause these haters wanna see me down, down, down
Cause these haters wanna see me
[Tony Yayo:]
I set the crime scene grotisque
Grove said it best, he did it just to get a rep
Are you scared to live or proud to die
Force the wrong man hand hammers I'l fly
It's a new world order, police wanna sean bell me
Oscar grant me that's life in the beast belly
That bird money turn into gun play
Cause montana had more jordans than mj
I read the minds of meer mortals, they all dummies
Illuminati signs all on the money
Homies throwin gang signs all out the bentley
Cops pull us but the stash got the whip empty
[Chorus:]
[Prodigy:]
Yo I wake up in the mornin eat greens for breakfast
200 pull ups do my abs and chest then
Put on some real tough shit, that I could rock too
And write the illest words that you ever could bop to
The live the illest life that you ever could have
So much joy I cry, so much pain I laugh
Give my best sign excellence
In my words I drop bullshit like h.n.I.c 2
That's not bad for a bad day
I smack you and knock your head off
Damn I don't know my own strength, like a lion
I was just trying to play
It's not my fault you fall apart so easy
I need to be with my own kind
I miss rapping with nas, I wish me and 50 got along
I could do a song them and nicki minaj
That would be the queens anthem the world stars
My bars belong next to whoever the best
Rappers come and they go like they died having sex
This is laid back hood shit, never plays out
Like a white t-shirt, I'm forever in style, never
The ultimate enforcer I keep things in pocket
I hit you in your torso with an anti 10 rocket
That's a fucked up way to die
That's a fucked up way to die, now you dead
I'l meet you at the crossroads if we cross paths
The handguns got shotgun blasts
Blueberry haze all in my system
My eyes red it's blurring my vision
My swag up I got my mojo back
I'm in that bentley azzure the seats polo black
Yeaa, boss up knock bitches loose
His girls gone wild in back of the coupe
I'm on that hindu high, mixed with the cherry pie
I half a pill I bet this bad bitch ride
We can fly, the g5 is joey p's
[Gunshot]
[Starts off with the beat of Dre & Rick Ross': "Chevy Ridin' High"]
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
[DJ Noodles:] 40!... YAYO! {CAN'T FORGET...}
[40Glocc:] Infamous!
[DJ Noodles:] G-UUNIT! {BANK$!} COME ON!
[Chorus: 40Glocc]
Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high!
Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) {G-UNIT!} Ridin' high! {LET'S GO!}
[Tony Yayo:]
I am smokin' dro, I am ridin' high! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Man, I'm pissin' in a cup - and my P.O. sucks! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I'm a gangsta! - Interscope made Game a thug
'Ey, y'all witta scoop of bullet run to this Mag'.
In Cali', - I'm ridin' with' Spider and 40!
And I spider with' a.40, - so slow ya roll, shorty! [shot]
Listen JT! - You' a wannabe O-Dog,
I kidnap yo' wife! - Hit her in a ass, rolled on!
Oh, Lord! - Yayo's spazzin' again!
I make one phone call and they clappin' again! [shot]
Nigga four gunz up, - 5-5-1 {Whooooooooooooooooo}
Lodi Mack, swing the Mack; {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} and I'm cripple you, son! (YEAH!) {DAMN!}
[Chorus: 40Glocc]
Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high!
Smokin' dro, ridin' high! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! {DROW BROWN, DROW VODKA!}
[Outro: 40Glocc]
'Ey, Yayo! {BROOKLYN!}
You know you a fool, Cause!
Hahahaha!
Nigga, we ain't playin' witchu niggas! {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Verse 1:]
I'm from, where fake niggaz turn they back quick
Hoe's tricking on a mattress
Soft spots in your heart get you caskets
Lil homies gettin rich off a mad bricks
I elway all the petty bullshit when I'm high
And family only come around when a nigga die, die
When it rain they say god cry
The snitches on the stand tellin d.a's lies
Material girls in gambling spots
In need a cash, ready to pop
Killers plot if they get the drop
You get caught slippin like it or not
[Chorus: x2]
She young and hoeing that's the hood for you
Back writing that's the hood for you
Back stabbers that's the hood for you
Niggaz dieing that's the hood for you
[Verse 2:]
Strap gotta double barrel mechanism
Hoe's naked in the crib, eatinism
My best freind turned his back on me, damn
It felt like a butcher knife stabbing on me
As I journey through the hood all I see is pain
Go to my momma house I hope them shots don't rain
I need to get a grip in everything in life now
Driving ciroced out with the 40 cal
But today was a good day like ice cube
My little homie passed away I'm getting tatooed
Dutch masters vanilla that's the hood for you
Shawty ass got fatter that's the hood for you
Ay yo, ay yo
The differnece between me and you man
You re up with the weed man, I re up with the weed grower
Jump in the green rover
Staright to the g4, with a bad senorita
Your hoe look like egor
Records ain't selling it's back to the crime route
Fiends sniffin off my cd like winehouse
Twin 40 cals homie, you can call em og's
Get me mad you see my twins like brad and jolie
Listen it's the talk of new york no gimmicks
Shots let off niggaz run off like jamaicans in the olympics
Rozay, patron, I'm drunk every week
Take moommy to the condy lay her on cavalli sheets
I got hermeez seats in a european model
That tell the ground speed and the distance it travel
Jet engine v12 shit, my melt shit
I send ya dick to your baby momma
I send ya head to your momma
I send ya heart to your father
The other body parts in the harbour
Fuck forensics, obtuary in black
1 hair on my chin can give me 50 flat, fuck that
I was hot when I came out my pops nutsack
Now I'm layin in the lear
With a model with a ass like a deer
And I'm higher than a mountaineer
They see us and they stop and stare
They see y'all and they really don't care, really don't care
I blow my weed in the air
And they really don't care, really don't care
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Maybach
Hat Turned Back
Regard My Swagger
Kid I Ain't Your Average Rapper
I Got It Cheap In Ny My Dope Wholesale
My Block Like Bor-Bor With Two Hotels
My Advance Ain't Nothin' But A Real Fast Flip
Of That Hard White Lady In That Clear Glass Dick
My Lifes The Shit
[Whoo Kid:] Bring It Back
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Its The Talk Of New York
The Real Talk Of New York
(Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is)
Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is Man
Fall The Fuck Back
Its My Time To Shine
Its My Summer Nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I Got The Feds On My Ass
Stayed On My Back
Ankle Braclet Po Know Where I'm At
Go Black
Maybach
Hat Turned Back
Regard My Swagger
Kid I Ain't Your Average Rapper
I Got It Cheap In Ny My Dope Wholesale
My Block Like Bor-Bor With Two Hotels
My Advance Ain't Nothin' But A Real Fast Flip
Of That Hard White Lady In That Clear Glass Dick
My Lifes The Shit
But I'm Takin' Drastic Measures
Gettin' Money Like A Huslter In Raggen Era
Red Carrera
My Stash Box Holdin' My Weapon
My Mink On
My Room Like A Pet Farm
My Vest On
Level 4 Teflon
Ridin' With A Model Bitch Straight Out Of Revlon
Gangsta Nigga, So Go For Yours
I Put My Knife In Your Neck To Your Vocal Cords
Said My Neck, My Wrist, My Ears So Cold
Around A Half A Mill When I Report To Parole Nigga
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
They Ain't Gangsta They Just Pussy
Watch The Cheese That Yayo Make
Flash My Heat Up
Flash My Knife Up
Flash That Nine Right In Your Face
Fuck The Feds Fuck The Ds They Watch The Moves That I Make
Keep On Writin'
Ya'll Excitin'
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: 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
[Hell Rell:]
You ain't gotta give a fuck cause I rap
See I'm an animal you better give a fuck that I'm strapped
And for the price of the fame
I run up on the toughest nigga
Then I take aim, and mac 10 his brain
The missing link, you can't be a boss without me
I robbed some niggaz in ya hood so y'all could talk about me
These outta town niggaz always bring new york up out me
Like I'm a fucking cupcake something soft about me
You see the semi automatic, breaking that all out
In the road to the riches you taking the wrong route
Man my life is the swizzit
I pay some porn bitches to go up north
And go fuck my man on a visit
[Chorus x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
I gotta price on my head pretty bitches on my dick
50 cal on my hip hollow tips in the clip
Bodies on the scene, rigamortis set in
6 in the morning, home invasion
Make sure you got your 4 with ya
Cause I ain't tryna be a wall picture
I say niggaz don't borrow khakis
They keep they eye on em like jordan
I keep my iron on me in the foreign
Fuck the world I got that bitch bent over
My heart a deep freezer, my heart even colder
The unit, yea we shut down arenas
The llama in arenas like gilbert arenis
[Tony Yayo:]
Ya'll remember back in the day like '94 '95
Freaky Tah used to walk around the park with his big ass radio
With a thousand LBs behind him
Shit was real back then
Word up man
Shit was real real god tops, blue tops, orange tops
I remember all that shit man
We got 134 all stars me, myself Tony Yayo
Bust this shit yo, yo yo
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo:]
I'm like New York plates out of town i'm hot
You could see me on ya Boulevard, strip or block
From wratchets to pooh
Nigga want you 'gon do
Cause they can make caskets for big niggas too
I treat money like fertilizer spread it out and watch it grow
Flashy like Richard Po
Nigga back in the day niggas was dyin' for lyin'
Now a days niggas is payed for rhymin'
Rap is like wrestling everything is fake
But its a good pussy getter and the cash is great
We used to catch cases
Goin' hard for the papers
Now we lookin' for blowjobs out in Vegas
At the end of my life I die in my own arms
So I hope I see G-Pop's and Fat Sha moms
Then Kav-O and matter of fact P-Lo
And my man Freaky Tah right to hell they go
I'm a hot boy nigga with no tattoos
Have you tied in L.A. take ya tar shoes
We always overcrowd the bar
But never overcrowd the car
I leave the crowd layed on tar
I got a good up and down game in bed
You could ask the dikes, the wifes, hood rats and chicken heads
If ya bitch wanna see use the Power Plays
The best protection for babies and AIDS
When i'm trippin' off of Exctasy
With Tiffany
The condom on my dick be intensity
Yo I tear backs
With a pack of bare backs
And hide from my wife when back got a scratch
I'm that nigga and thats your bitch
Sex so good she takin' pictures of my dick
See me in the Six
Double O
Car slow
Henny, Mo'
Good to go
This bitch is a pro
I rock Stacey Adams nigga fuck food stamps
And roll with football stars like Bruce Brance
In a stretch limo
Yo its all for the Ditto
So i'm tryin' to eat like Hungry Hungry Hippo
I rather be in the streets than be in the yard
Give my lawyer 5 gees now hes on the shore
The Ds peep hard
But my bail be a "Get Out Of Jail Free" Card
Retard
The world ain't shit I just live in it
I always think of the shit that I did in it
I got no one to trust cause friends is fake
And even family members'll set you up for ya cake
Like rich, poor to uncle
So be on ya P's and Q's cause it could happen on the Hubble
I got artistic integrity
And ability
When I use them big words ya bitch be feelin' me
You know the style
Walk around with the 40 cal
Got guns in my house the size of Bow Wow
Niggas screamin' murder but them things don't pop
You can catch me in Hollis at the Hero's Spot
Rap and street shit its all the same
I realize that when 50 snatched Ja's chain
Niggas tellin' niggas that they want to get at us
Well just tell us that you want to get at us
Cause we got pipe bombs and crazy wratchets
And 44 longs with them laser gadgets
You faggots
[Tony Yayo:]
Word up man
[Interlude:]
[Tony Yayo:] C'mon! You know I'm doin' my thang, man.
[P.O. Jones:] I'm just checkin' up on you, you know? I'm just checkin' up on you.
[Tony Yayo:] You ain't gotta check up on me, man.
[P.O. Jones:] Why don't you piss?
[Tony Yayo:] You just came to my house the other day and searched.
[P.O. Jones:] Piss for me!
[Tony Yayo:] WHAT?!
[P.O. Jones:] Pee. You know, like in a cup. Pee!
[Tony Yayo:] Pee for you?
[P.O. Jones:] Why don't you pee right in front of me? C'mon! You see that package I go-hahaha-t, ahahah!
[Tony Yayo:] C'mon! You on some faggot shit?! It's some... C'mon, c'mon!
[P.O. Jones:] Hahahahahahaaaah!
[Tony Yayo:] P.O. Jones, man! 'Ey! C'mon! Sss... faggot! [whispering] [door slam shuts]
[P.O. Jones:] You'd better listen to me, asshole! If you don't pee in this fuckin' cup right now...
[Tony Yayo:] WHAT?! Yo, come on!
[P.O. Jones:] I'm goin'... [Yayo's puttin' a gun in P.O. Jones' mouth]
[Tony Yayo:] FFF-FUCK THAT! C'mon!
[P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
[Tony Yayo:]
Show 'em what you fuckin' made me, man. I'm fuckin' tired of all these bullshit!
Put me on house-arrest again... extended my probation, mothafucka! [gun cocks]
[P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
[Tony Yayo:] Huh?!
[P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
[Tony Yayo:] I got TWO more months and I'm a fuckin' off probation!
[P.O. Jones:] Uhm srry, Uhm srry... [gun jam] Uhm srry!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah, you sorry? Sign the paper! Get me off probation! Early release, c'mon!
[P.O. Jones:] [mumbling]
[Tony Yayo:] Early release?
[P.O. Jones:] [gasp]
Uh, yea
Swine flu part 2 yea
Uh, yea
Playoff 2
Uh, yea
I got red on my atlanta hawk
Cause my ak 47, shoot 47 like lebron
I'm a beast big homie like ron ron
Plus I got my houston rockets in my gun
With teflon, homie this
Is a chicago bulls wrist
That cris and rose money
Bottles in that v.I.p that derrick rose money
You love what I'm writing denver nuggets is in a brightlin
My chain look like lightning
I gotta strap I call orlando magic
It's the white howard za click clack cowards die
I'm bound to be multi niggaz got hits
Miami heat shoot ricky in his lips
Nigga 2 2 3's full of dallas mavericks
I hope will gotta will when shit get tragic
Homie I ball like chris ball
Ball like gasol
The unit is the lakers in the playoffs asshole
I roll up my 76's that's the phillies
Hand on the semi, I jump in the bentley
Then jump in the bulletproof, that got tv's
Watch the playoffs roll up some good weed
Playoff 2 nigga
50 whattup
Banks what's good
Y'all niggaz know what it is
Ha haaaaaaa
Stop asking questions
[Verse 1:]
Meyer lansky flow
Riding with my marl barker bitch
44 in her clothe, yea
Jewish lawyer find a loop hole in the case
Sour dour every hour take it to the face
L.a, smoking on that pussy wagon
Medicated weed, got the room spinning
This may cause drozyness
6-50 drop top on some claret shit
[Chorus:]
I'm high till the day that I die
Got the hotel smelling like
La, la, la
La, la, la
Yeaaaa
[Verse 2:]
She chiefing on a blunt steaming
Selina the stewardess got me fiending
We got the marriot smoked out
Horse carriage on my sneaks cost a good amount
Uh, put my smoke under the microscope to see the strands
And I can see that green cross on sunset when a nigga lands
See that green cross that means I'm going to get some of that medicated shit
Gangus cole, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Headbang keep me up, sour diesel slow me down
Blue dream got me dreaming bout her now
Yea, I'm marc jacobed too the socks
Bugatti too tight when I want to fuck
Smokey scenery, switch positions lightin up
I got a dogg pound daz dilli like kurupt
Uh el chapo
Keep raining on these niggas
Yea, yea, yea
Pablo burned a mill to keep his daughter warm
Till the day that I die keep that armour on
Mexican connect, us border prone
4 ounces of afghan I'm in the zone
I smoke weed like cigarettes
Louie vatonne fatigues a nigga fresh
At your door like fed ex with the suit on
Bernard delli p1 leave you on your lawn
So clean I make your girl have an orgasm
You a germ homie a micro organism
I flow with precession I'm on my p's and q's
I shred mc's like stallone in rambo 2
[Chorus: x2]
Ornage and black caviar
El chapo 18 cars
A lil drug money never hurt nobody
[Intro:]
OK, OK, OK!
OK, OK, OK! [screwed]
OK, OK, OK!
OK, OK, OK! [screwed]
[Chorus:]
When they talk about me, they say I be tripping (YEAH!)
What they say about doesn't make me mad (nah nah!)
I think they hating 'cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah!)
Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah nah!)
OK, alright (they sick)
OK, you're right (I'm rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you're right (for mine)
[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leaning when I'm stunting
I blow 50 gs, I mean with ease like this is nothing
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking to my jeweler
He's putting 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
Niggas 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 yak
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 buzzing
I say I run new york and ain't nobody saying nothing
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred gs 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, switching my 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 balling, I'm not talking 'bout a ball
I'm talking about Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggas, they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me, I'm like that painting on the wall, baby, I'm priceless
You can come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
OK, OK, OK!
Sho' ya right!
OK, OK, OK! OK!
Ya know ya right...
OK, alright! OK, alright!
[Interlude:]
[P.O. Jones:] All right! [coughs] Listen up! Which one of you jokes is Marvin Bernard? Marvin Bernard?
[Tony Yayo:] That's me, that's me...
[P.O. Jones:] Bernard, Marvin!
[Tony Yayo:] That's ME!
[P.O. Jones:] Marvin Berna...
[Tony Yayo:] THAT'S ME! I got you...
[P.O. Jones:] Yeah!
[Tony Yayo:] I got you...
[P.O. Jones:] Aight.
[Tony Yayo:] P.O. Jones! I got you, it's me! [door opens then shuts]
[P.O. Jones:] All right!
[Tony Yayo:] Psssssss...
[P.O. Jones:] Have a seat.
[Tony Yayo:] How you doin'?
[P.O. Jones:] Have a seat, now uuuh... [paper clinks]
I've seen your face alot in the papers lately, kid?
[Tony Yayo:] Nah, not me, man.
[P.O. Jones:] All right, yeah?
[Tony Yayo:] I'm just... I don't know what's goin' on lately...
[P.O. Jones:] Well uuh... [beat starts]
[Tony Yayo:] Nobody put my face in the papers.
[P.O. Jones:] Need to cool it out. [paper clinks]
What's-what's with... this Busta Rhymes thing here? [paper clinks]
[Tony Yayo:] I-I, I don't have nothin' to do with that. I haven't been doin' nothin'!
[P.O. Jones:] You think I'm gon' fly over these stupid fucks?
[Tony Yayo:] I'm stayin' outta trouble, I do my drug-program.
[Ovation]
[Applausing]
[Screaming]
[Barack Obama:]
4 years ago... I stood before you and told you my story...
Of the brief union... between a young man from Kenya...
And a young woman from Kansas, who weren't well-off... or well-known,..
But shared a belief that in America, their son...
Could achieve whatever he put his mind to!
It is that promise... that's always set this country apart.
That through hard work and sacrifice... each of US...
Can pursue our individual dreams, but...
Still come together as one American family...
To ensure that the next generation!
Can pursue their dreams, as well.
That's why I stand here tonight!
Because for four-hundred-and-thirty-two years...
At each moment when that promise was in jeopardy... ordinary men and women:
Students and soldiers, farmers and teachers, nurses... and janitors...
Found the courage... to keep it alive!
We meet at one of those defining moments.
A moment when our nation is at war... OUR... economy is in turmoil, and the American promise...
Has been threatened once more!
Tonight, more Americans are out of work...
And more are working harder for less!
More of you have lost your homes...
And even more... are watching... your home values plummet!
More of you have cars you can't afford to drive,..
Credit cards, bills you can't afford to pay, and... tuition that's beyond your reach!
These challenges are not all of government's making!
But the failure to respond...
Is a DIRECT RESULT of a broken politics in Washington...
[Howard Fineman:]
I think it's an accepted part of the culture now.
I think for... one of the reasons why Barack Obama is so popular,..
Especially among younger people,..
Is that he seems so real.
He seems to acknowlodge reality and things.
It's kind of, almost like a dog-whistle kind of thing.
Older people can't hear it, younger peope hear it!
And that's one of the things that they hear.
He seems to be willing to be honest.
[Barack Obama:]
Look, Bob! You know? I...
When I was a kid, I-I, I...
I INHALED... uhm... frequently!
[Verse 1:]
100 strikes like frank castles
We fillet minjong at white castle
4-10 cause I don't like to wrestle
My bitch a 10 and she'll blast you
I use food stamps in the streets yo
Now I gotta cool ranch like doritos
Spending euros, flashing bankrolls
In the louie store, with a centre fold
Real classy chick, good hygiene
You know what I mean, jay redd jeans
So there's money in the bing, ice crystals in the ring
Boss, I could sneak a pistol in the bing
You a king, I'm achilles, roll up the phillies
I behead a nigga with the semi
[Chorus: x2]
I got that white that sammy sosa
X pills call em lady gaga
Dope bags is stamped obama
We gettin money, gettin money, yeaa
[Verse 2:]
Real niggaz coming home wonder what they missing
Drive by the strip the hood dissappearing
First day home shaun broke curfew
A repetitive criminal mind it I'll curse you
But fuck parole mild treatment
He headed outta town and he bout to hit a sweet lick
3 brick of that raw heroine
Him and money gotta bond taking risks ain't a thing
His p.o call him he say report in
Shaun like fuck that I'm balling
It's 3 o'clock time to make the dead drop
55 keys I'l take him to the top
Bump the d.e.a and f.b.I
He cookin up meth with a white cutie pie
G-unit
[Intro:]
Life is what you make it
Some niggaz get money, some niggaz is hungry
That's just the way life is
Nigga life is a gamble nigga roll the dice
If the fed kick the door then they snatch your life
And it ain't my fault half the world is hating me
The trunk of the ride got more pies than denny do
[Verse:]
You get jacked at the lights brains all in your beamer
Lay flat for the doe like a case addida
Yo my truck got the phantom front, it got a nose job
You rappers hate me but I'm in your kids ipod
Stunt hard, hard in a boat, boats in the marina
Shit with the fif sleep with the nina
In that bulletproof truck, with a case of crystal
Shoot out my tyres I'm good for 90 miles
[Chorus:]
Now a dayz everybody is a killer
But who you stab, who you shot, who wig you pop
Lil niggaz on the street pullin triggers
I take your chain and your watch and I run on your drop
Hard niggaz, soft niggaz they be killers
Rep your set and your squad and your boulevard
Cause now a dayz everybody is a killer
[Verse:]
Yo I'm still in the projects ask mama sour
House money on my neck nigga plot you die
Lay em spray to the head in that landrover jeep
With these 3 bad freak in my 3rd row seats
My lawyer money long I could beat the charge
And my hitman dress in them wigs and bras
Yo word to my mama son, nigga I'm the one
My mussle loaders on osamas gun
That's an aks, 74u, in the phantom ex the color of mountain dew
I done danced with the devil, and spoke to god
I'm in 4 times stones with the bezzel chapar
I got a fresh ar but the calico moldy
That's 81 shots to your team like goldie
Yay is an og, export rollie
Now that I'm off yo I'm done playin low key
Catch me on a jet ski, hand where my tech be
A 100 on my neck b, don't disrespect me
Hennessy viper, bulletproof coupe
The younger they are, the better they shoot
What the fuck does that mean man
I dropped outta school nigga
I'm still rich though
Yo lodo count that 50 thousand over there man
Know how we do it that's truck money nigga
Y'all rappers is broke
Ha ha, shit I'm just goin platinum nigga
But I really don't give a fuck nigga
Fo freal fo real
I'm in a jet while 50 doin a movie
Ay yo ay yo
I hate all laws fuck the time that the feds giving
Night vision on the tool I'l hit a stool pigeon
Armed and dangerous, armed on these streets
Streetsweep in the jeep, vest on a scronny phsyique
Haters don't speak when the kid come around
It only take 2 minutes for my maack to cool down
Take a ride towards hell on a trail to the riches
Your plans on fail, get them niggaz
Nigga look at the diamonds and wonder what it cost
The way that I rhyme I got my fans brain washed
I got in the porsche, I got leather in the porsche
When I drop the top I look better in the porsche
[Chorus:]
Don't play in the streets cause the streets is no game
Don't wear that watch, don't rock that chain
Don't talk to the cops, don't hate on ya team
Cause people end up with no teeth and no names
Cause people end up with no teeth and no names
[Talking: Tony Yayo]
Don't get murdered on the humble
Weloome to the jungle nigga
New york city
It's the talk of new york Tony Yayo
I'm gettin back on the spazz shit
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Niggaz all in my face asking me for some moneyy
When I say no, no, no no
They be like he acting funny
You wanna rain on my parade
But cloudy are turning sunny
You only heard in the hood, and that's not good
I'm heard across the country
Nigga land on the kelipad, rims on the new jag
Lil nigga stop you got holes in your doo-rag
I'm gettin brick money just to walk through the club
Why your face screwed up you tryna walk like a thug
I'm in that 530 I.x n.m wagon
Oral sex through my sweats now your b.m braggin
My a.n.t saggin they cost 230
When I ride through the p's the v is 230
My wrist is too clean, my hat to the side
My starp in my ride I don't swallow my pride
There's wolves in the jungle, there's sheep in the jungle
The price of a life is real cheap in the jungle
(Chorus)
[Papoose:]
I got carpet on my floors, paintings on my walls
A living room mantlepiece full of awards
You on camera when you walking through my halls
You gotta puch in a code to open of my doors
Money from every country in my dresser drawer
I brought it back home off tour
You stay braggin bought having sex with a chick
But that's how you can tell he a snitch
He even tell on his dick
Quick to air out your whip, I blow out every tyre
Cut the cord of a snitch I'm clippin every wire
Bag a gun on my homie if I see he a liar
You my friend, since we friendly let's call it friendly fire
[Intro:]
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
John Dillinger shit.
[Verse:]
Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, [sniff]
And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects! [rewind]
[Intro:]
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
Yeah!
Uh...
John Dillinger shit.
[Verse:]
Niggas in the hood wanna see my cars on flat beds ('ey, man!)
It's a recession, sellin' that crack dead! (YEAH!)
Niggas sellin' super sour and bionic blue, [sniff]
And got Superman powers when them straps new. (sh-sh!)
New Corvette lookin' like a Transformer (BROOOM!)
No seatbelt; screamin' on my damn lawyer. (FUCK YOU!)
Damn, I'm knee deep in the projects, (projects)
And Hollywood ain't acceptin' no nigga from the projects!
Gucci bandana, (uh-huh!)
And Feds wanna target my combos with their antennas! (FUCK Y'ALL!)
Headshot to the [?], my man got banged up (stop that!)
From a lil' nigga that he smacked up in grade school. (you a pussy nigga!)
On the mall, on the arm without no diamonds
My jeans 800 with the carriage horse on it. (I ain't lyin'!)
I'm in combo with Joey in Bed-Stuy
Twitter that "L-O-L", holla back EastSide! (sh-sh!)
I cook cocaine like Sue-flay an'
I break a brick with my head like a sensei. (HIIYAAAHHH!)
You a half-a-million Moissanites. (ha!)
Put a diamond-tester on that, all you see is red lights. (damn!)
I got it back, bought it back from the BX
My crib bitch from Flatbush, she rep' the [?].
Gang shit gettin' worse on the streets
Niggas cold blooded, shoot-up, you hurts on the streets. (BLAAAAAT!)
[Outro:]
Like us!
Yeah!
Niggas bleed just like us...
Niggas bleed just like us,
Picture me bein' scared of a rapper at the same awards as me.
Hahahh!
Rest In Peace to B.I.G.!
El chapo
Huh, but I'm back man
It's the unit, yayo
I am the streets y'all niggas know what it is
Keep sleeping on the under dog
Yeaa
[Verse 1:]
Wiz said that his checks look like phone numbers
Well my checks look like overseas phone numbers
Throw a bitch out the hummer like hoochie
It's really a uzi cause jack boys feeling loopy
On my grind like jamaicans with that arizona
European whip, amsterdam aroma
My short term goals is a vicky model
My long terms 1's swiss acount with zero's
Bad meter, the bitch bad
Similiar to vida guerrero and that chilli peper peta ass
2 11 jag aqua color
Roll that aqua man up ducking undercovers
[Chorus: x2]
I swear I'm never lieng on my dead niggas
I just fucked 2 hoe's off twitter
Stack chips, stack figures
I never lie on my kids or my niggas
[Verse 2:]
Free remy, free boozie, free t.I
P home he did 3 4 dilly
Gun laws change, 3 years of top
Now they tryin to give you 4 for the stashbox
I'm like tiger woods
I've got 5 birdies, 1 eagle, 2 boogies
That's that golfer talk
I got them dope fiends nodding off
I do donuts in the porsche when I'm slidding off
Cartier buckle, cartier glasses
I got a blackberry that's full of asses
I slide in a blackberry milasis
Roll the cherry pie now I'm high like nasa
(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
Or 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
You ready cause I'm in the zone man
H boy shit
2010
Drive by with heckler jump out, dump 3
I get a bloodrush adrenaline junkie
The sour hands got more color than punkie
Brooster my 2 bitch nigga eat a seed and oover
Canuver watch how you manuever
Anybody in the streets I'l try to shoot ya
I said I'm layin in your house in all black behind tints
Tryin to stretch you out on your lawn ornaments
Till dusk till dawn, when beef is on
No rules white sheets your moms
Nigga
What is it
Nothing but
Yea gpg nigga
Ha ha ha ha
King of new york, nah I'm the sidekick
Jimmy jumped with that fucking fat head on the hydrant
Now take these fucking flowers for you witnesses
Mo money, mo power, more privelges
Baby moms cryin, singing trey songz shit
Black roses we strap boulders
And why you even tryna scrap when the gats on us
I'm watching every nigga round my paramater
I got the shotgun shells in the dillinger
I put 1 to your eye I'l finish ya
You know what it is nigga
You been warned
Kick the door in
Lay you on the floor you know the routine
Clearing my throat on this one
Yea swine flu 2, pandemic
Yea, uh, yea, uh
Cops wanna toe tag me and black bag me
Like sean bell and that was planned
But wanna toe tag me and black bag line me in the tele like max b did
From the cradle to the grave put a bag on your dick
Get a new chain get it mad to mad shiit
Wake up read the ny bladda
3 dead in the bronx, and queens just got all shot up
And my beefcake niggaz is crazy
Take a nigga chain and they know it's fougasey
4-10 revolver, shotgun shells I'l break your dame up
I run up on a nigga like a spider hyenna
You know I gotta iron heart, load up the swammie
Take the strap apart ready for the lion par
Superman camaro, that cost 30 nigga
Candy paint that bitch like a dirty dirty nigga
Big gun like o dog
And I'm high as a kite looking out my tom fords
It's yayo nigga, I get money like a mayo nigga
South of france these models wanna lay a nigga
Coke game, dope game I hit all angles
You missing, like that plane in the bermuda triangle
My peruvian, jailhouse doctor
Took a bullet out my partner got hit with the monblocka
Big homie that's the uzi
Niggaz look at my jewellery I make a big movie
Rated r shit
Ya knah mean everybody die
Murda was the case that they gave me
Yea nigga
Spider niggaz on the west side
Y'all niggaz from the dirty d, detroit
Cincinatti down, ny, all over nigga
Murda was the case that they gave me
Mr. 3000
It's mr. 3000
Yea, yea, yea
Popping on the highway
Share courses with those that didn't make it
My eyes all faded
Grim reaper when I'm waving the tec
I'l leave you deeper than the national debt
Yea, yea, cleeko and rose till our guts explode
Cuban cigars, spanish villa, baddest hoe
Yea, call me mr. 3000
My weed, a pretty hairstyle on pradlan
Slip past the border and shoot a custom agent
Tendo behind me so my trunk is fragrant
Uh, gettin money is my occupation
Try to stop me, board game operation
My crazy nigerians I'l lay you down
Chopper hit a chopper black hawk down
See my mind is like a crime encyclopedia
It's hard to make it to heaven the devil keep g'ing ya
And if these labels ain't seeing ya
The dope is in the boyarife you splurge when we reing up
Pretty bitch and she tripping off the papa smurfs
Pop 2 in the coupe she lifting up her skirt
I put ya dick in the dirt she ain't fuck machina
44 raging bull, robert deniro
Loyalty over greed hoe niggaz die slow
Yo michael told me I don't ever trust a frito
4-10 with the tayo
It's like saving private ryan in my hood bro
Yaaa, 100 bottles it look like god coming
Highway to heaven when the work come in
Koneba, tony in that hot tub
I ice turn her to bonita in this dope cause
Connect on the phone he say hello
I need a tan of pale yellow
That really mean he got that tan and that yellow
Sugar hill shit rob melo
10 bricks right off a furlow
Blunt ashes of rozay,
Marc jacobs all white girls from norway, foreplay
3 wheels on a caddy
Bad bitch on her back her ass like damn
And, fuck a connect I need a coke farmer
And a man made submarine underwater
I told y'all niggaz man
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
I'm a murder this track and flatline the beat
You need forensics up in here
Another homoicide in here, oh yeaaaa
[Chorus: x2]
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
I'm mr. 12, 12, 58, 58
Watch me get rich off the rocks on the dinner plate
[Verse:]
My brain tell my body go and get the money
My body start to move I go and get the money
It's simple elementary my dear watch
And I'm off probabtion ask mr. watson
Jump in the dropin biggie what's beef so
You the type of homie that's happy when the beefs low
My crazy weed habit got ashes on my outfit
2000 thousand dollars on an armani houselift
Get my money up then I watch another house flip
But I ain't sellin houses, I'm sellin ounces
Outta auntie back door
Boy I'm a cocaine cowboy, dope conaseeur
The dope and the coke in the trunk of the azzure
Aand the key of raw is in the challenger
So I drive real slow, and take my time
Cause if the feds pull me over I'm doing caveman time
[Chorus x2]
We had our share of troubles
But the crack spot has doubled
With a little code on can't understand it
The fiendss can flyyyyy, dead in the mountains
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire, fire
[Tony Yayo:]
2 vanilla dutches, the uzi lit
Sour dour lookin like an oreo sticker
I'm with my oreo bitch
She black but she white on the inside
Phantom ghost black, white on the inside
Uniteds got a 300 sparta flow
Amsterdam bungalow blow hawaiian snow
The moon is my harsh mistress
Purple stash, european bitches, on the road to riches
Like cuzzi in his prime, it's a movie when I shine
Eating chen chens, groupie in the 9
I burn the l models like the phillies
In atl up in wet willies
[Chorus]
[Curren$y:]
Yea, coming up slamming chevrolet doors
Champagne bottles open up when the deals been closed
Bitches outta pocket tryna get into mine
Only got 1 thing for her in these levis
He high, yea pru what's new
Ain't nuttin but this crate mona and this box 82
Tryna lace these squares with the gamecube
Paint wetter than ever but won't select to make it rain fool
Throwin money on a stripper
I rather throw my money at the smoke man homeboy deliver
With a yella tag on my weed bag that's the best buy
Gggggg jet life
[Chorus]
[P-Reala:]
Yo money to burn
So imagine that a curfew boy is smoking outta ducthes
Yea I had to make the birdy noise
A bunch of bad bitches rozay and loud kush
Presidential suites ain't service air out wood
My foreign bitch got hell stacks
Keep my pants off like they on cell crack
Car half a mill that's before the sales tax
Gotta bag full of bills and no it ain't a mail sack
I'm rich hoe, this is how the shit go
Heavyweight overseas call her bricks klitscho
We all about the green like the oakland a's
Were burning paper in the club like we smoking j's
Yea, uh, yeaaaaa
[Chorus:]
It's just me against the world bitch
Me against the world
It's just me against the world bitch
Me against the world
Uh, yea
It's just me against the world bitch
It's just me against the world
[Verse:]
Man die he in t-shirt
Baby born doctor playing with the after birth
Larry davis with a fo fo
Master kush in the aire let the stress go
I need a pardon from the president, john fortay
Fuck payin taxes I got work all day
I hard head make it soft fast
Cause momma told em leave the streets alone
The next day he got blast
Recession, but the liquor store making money
Praying for them rainy days, to turn em sunny
Everyday is a struggle in the rotten apple
I chase the pain away ciroc mied with pineapple
Hoodrats yellin scrappin over facebook
Bitch got her face sliced permanent face lift
And that's life in the ghetto, everybody I know
Trying to get they ass out the ghetto
All the way from the uk
Beat butcher, strike on the boards
Be strike light up, we back at it again
Og kush nigga
[Chorus:]
Now tell me what's the street value of that coke
Now tell me what's the street value of that dope
2 tons is a billion
Make me a billion
[Verse 1:]
You a leech, a worm that feeds off my blood
I fed all these broke niggaz now where the love
Dreesed up in my tom ford opera slipper
Cops want my 10 fingers on they back finder
The shit drop anchor, here come a big flip
Movie, a martin schozazy flick
Yup, I'm all over mc's
They got the gall to offend me
Maroon bentley, the face cut up
That's the 2-11 coupe the vents in the front
Bullets hit you you'll be shakin like a bobble head
Amazona piranhas biting at your leg
Spongebob colored mazi, with the squidward seats
Rappers need photo hops I got work in these streets
I'm hort, like black flight jackets in the winter
Spit the gemstar out turn your face to dinner
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
Shit on the whole industry
4-10's a 44 on steriods
A.t.f coming we dumpin on them fed boys
A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
I play the centre field like willy maze
In the trenches reminiscin on them better days
Heavy chain pandora links
Got ya chick out of boosty fat ass that pussy pink
2 8 balls in my nike socks
Quarter million in my nike box fuck the cops
Ayy ayy ayy ok ok juicy gucci juicy gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi, ayy ayy ayy ok ok ok ayy ayy so icey entertainment
[Over intro: Tony Yayo]
Yea, half a brick, yeaaaa
G-unit
Ayyy, ayyy, okkk, ayyyy
Yea, g-unit
[Chorus: x2]
Quarter Brick, half a brick,
Whole brick (Aaay!)
Quarter pound, half a pound,
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pillz, 1000 pillz, servin major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
[Tony Yayo:]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole key and yay
Got me in that louie, gucci and that hermeez
200 thousand that's 3 bricks a day
170 real cats the other 30's like flake
I'm an og in the a, looking fresh to death
I gotta thousand e pills and that crystal meth
I got that rose breath, I got them dior feet
And we lookin like money on bolter cresh street
Yeaaaaaa
[Chorus x2]
[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I'm boomin I'm buggin I'm termin all the
Baites
Rap game ezy but da dope game gravy
Young juice man and my life is the
Japerz
With stupid fruity crazy swag jumpin in
Yo lader
Banana donk chevy interior like the
Lakers
Lebron james wrist when I'm fuckin with
Yaper
Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper
Wake up
Boomin out da house and J askin for a
Waiter
Half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacob
Worried still walking in a head of a gator
Half a brick whole brick got me buyin jacob
Worried still walking in a head of a gator
[Chorus x2]
[Gucci Mane:]
I'm twerkin birds in so we workin
Packin a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off the
Forklift
The way my plug kick ya think he
Had a black belt
My scale so big big boy can weight
It's damn self
2000 pounds of mid I sold dat shit my
Damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X
Pillz
Red rag in my pocket same color my
Vette is
My number lower than a ese from texas a
Quarter mil in da mail is an investment
A sniper rifle like a soldier in the
Desert
A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a
Desert
I sack a ounce up before I sold a
Record
He won't a brick I told him meet me by
The checkers
I sack a pound up before I sold a
Record
He want a bet I told him meet me by
The checkers
[Chorus x2]
[OJ Da Juiceman:]
Young juice man God dammit I'm the shit
Boomin on the chain working with 50 bricks
1000 pound bail tryna make a mega grill
Posted on the cresh with that 4.5 on my hip
34, 34 tuck behind my heel
Tell 60 dawg with that extra limb
502 dark dawg with thate extra kid
I got that stupid bank cause I got that stupid wheel
[Chorus x2]
Ayy ayy ayy ok
Damn damn say say
Dam damn damn juice juice
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:
It's the murder... kill
One lady said an hour ago nigger if we're doing it for the real,
We stay... the devil at your front door!
Trim, we protect from your...
To stay hard core homicide.
Stay on track to violence,
I know my nigger is ready to...
One lady said an hour ago... to a nigger getting killed!
Welcome to my little... make trees go timber?
Expendables start...
I kill a sheep and the shepherd, I'm a wolf slayer!
I'm... fuck boys...
And make the... on this... look dead!
I make a movie like an actor with...
That good kid... provisions like some good...
I take a nigger head off, like a hot mascot
Growing some apricot, cutting...
My... game... crib looking like camelot,
Chorus:
It's the murder... kill
One lady said an hour ago nigger if we're doing it for the real,
We stay... the devil at your front door!
Trim, we protect from your...
To stay hard core homicide.
Stay on track to violence,
I know my nigger is ready to...
One lady said an hour ago... to a nigger getting killed!
Nigger getting killed!
... I'm the best!
... mother fucker I'm the...
Real blood stain... like princeton...
Nigger, I'm on the ground like an old stripper,
Ain't no room full of virgins and fat niggers!
I'm with the...
My niggers go...
Big monsters, psychos, flood the toilets, don't shit on the seat... !
Blow drown, no...
But a fat white bitch is on the couch...
... niggers in new york living,
Frail little niggers got guns from the kitchen
My homies left behind always feel worse,
I press 3 and... the call!
Chorus:
It's the murder... kill
One lady said an hour ago nigger if we're doing it for the real,
We stay... the devil at your front door!
Trim, we protect from your...
To stay hard core homicide.
Stay on track to violence,
I know my nigger is ready to...
Uh, yea doe I liked the way you flipped this 1 doe
Yea, doe pesci on the boards
Public enemies
[Verse:]
Picture me rolloin I came real far dog
My sprinklers coming out the ground like a ground hog
Yea the yard moach and the pool shop
That's big boy talk my landscape a guap
Taking fancy trips fly to amsterdam
Just to mix the k up with the afghan
Yea I'm half man, yea I'm half amazing
Bicth nigga layed up cause a nigga greatin
[Repeat]
Alot a niggaz coming home from that fedalaws
They violate, cause jail is a revolving door
I see the steps with no staircase
And keep my head above water always keep the fate
And always fuck the jake I ball like jordan junior
Watch them haters cause them haters out there wanna ruin ya
I turn champagne to shampoo
Waves rozay so them haters start to damn screw
But I mean mug it back nigga
Flashback when I use to take packs nigga
But I'm a big boss now, drug cash cow
Harry winston bout 60 thou
No lying, she flying, nigga dyin when I hit em with the motherfucking iron
Shout out to pablo escabar son I heard he in miami
You know, rest in peace to farrat fox
Michael jackson
Shout to johnny depp public enemies
He's the 1 that motivated me to do this tape
Movies number 1 now
Shout to 50, blue what up
Niggaz know what it is man
[Scarchild:]
Ay man
Ay you beat em niggaz over there dawg
Ay man I told yay I'd never flip on em niggaz man
Ay man I be starin them izzards dawg
Word I'm a line em
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
The kids unwhackable you can't line me
The kids untouchable you can't line me
Try to set me up, wet me up, try to kill me
But I'm a line you before you line me
I got the line on em
She got the line on em
He got the line on em
(Homicide line em up)
He got the nine on em
I got the nine on em
I got the line on me
(Homicide line em up)
[Tony Yayo:]
Ya wanna line me up, swiss cheese my vest
Till I bring it to your door like I work for fed ex
I'm in a red lex, blue sweats, 2 men, 2 vest
High off the sampson gettin munchies from the projects
Monkey see, monkey do, red monkey hold the tools
Serve fiends dog food, don't make the wrong move
Now that I'm rich model chicks on my dick
Holy camoly, I nut and canoly on your lip
Your p.d.r's, professional dick riders
C.p.r, cause the hecklar I'l spit fire
I'm addicted to cars, se and fo fo's
I ride for the cause I live like an outlaw
[Chorus]
[Scarchild:]
Shoot em in his head get em gone get em dead
Man that nigga nervous he was talking to the fed
Cut the conversation if it ain't about bread
I got the line on em you heard what my nigga yay said
Shots fired yellow tape murder murder kill
Funeral arrangements, hospital bills
Ak 47 woodstock, blue steel, black talons, red beam
1 shot, 2 kills
Beamers, benzs, bentleys, bugattis before the deal
When don't ride nuttin that's less than a quarter mill
Vvs all over my body give me the chills
Where them fuck boys over there hating giving me reals
Deals, is what them niggaz say to me
But they don't fuck around, cause they know I keep the k with me
24-7 a got it everyday with me
Niggaz tryna line your baby up momma pray for me
[Chorus:]
Lights camera action
We can make a movie
Take 187 start shooting
Lights camera action
Even to our own...
Break time nigger...
Lights camera action
Let's hear another shot
In the plot niggers getting shot
Lights camera action
We are out here shooting
So nigger don't get caught in the...
The 4 door... looking like a bottler...
... bad... bitches like they're on parol
On that bullshit like...
... turn your head in the sloppy...
When I pull... out
We can rock and roll
Keep it moving like...
Stop wearing dress shoes we can't afford
Got the... full of jewels bitches
... bullet with a gun get rid of...
Bullet proof doors got a nigger...
Already rich? Nigger...
[Chorus]
Clips are death
... another editor
... take your frame out, put your...
When I'll cut your...
I won't need a coordinator
Black diamonds like the...
Sex scenes after doing make –up
Wake up with a model bitch lying next to me
I leave a movie every day
I need a documentary
On a set with a... shooter...
But we ain't playing paintball
My chain is looking like the light...
... ready to shoot the next scene, we're packing
("DJ Whoo Kid on Hot97! ")
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Porsches, sand beaches...
Fly homes, {REST IN PEACE...}? style...
You're feelin what the motherfuckin' life's right here!? {PAPA BANKS!}
Haha! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
[Chorus:]
It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
On the road to riches so these niggaz is haters! {TONY YAYO!}
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators {G-UNIT RADIO...}
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {23!}
It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
On the road to riches so these niggaz is haters! {ALL CRAZY!}
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {NON STOP!}
[Verse:]
I went from broke to jail to TRL
Now it's - boats an' sail and new CL's
Alota shit changed since my ends got bigga,
White folks lookin like: - "Who dat nigga? " ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
In a Bentley - Benz bulletproof or a oldschool
Same kid dropped out - and I said: "Fuck school! "
I used to be - local! - Now I'm universal!
Can't trust niggaz, so I keep a small circle. {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Over small changes theese niggaz might murk you (ooh!)
Sellin' wet weight, - theese niggaz might jerk you!
My condo in Bayside - overlook Queens
Y'all wanna-be me cause I'm livin' my dreams. [gunshot] YEAH!
[Chorus:]
It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous
On the road to riches so theese niggaz is haters!
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters!
It's the - lifestyles of the rich and famous {CAN'T FORGET...}
On the road to riches so theese niggaz is haters! {DJ DRAMA!}
Cristal, fast cars, hoes, and gators {KICK YA HEAD UP!}
We went from rags to riches so fuck you haters! {YAYO! ALL STAR WEEKEND... WE THERE!}
[Outro: Snoop from "The Wire"]
[Snoop:] FUCK P.O. VALSH! [beat stops]
[Yayo:] YEAH!
[Snoop:]
Yeah! Fuck him! Yakno'Imean? My man is off, ya hear me?
So you can suck his dick, and suck my fake-dick, holla at me! Whattup?
[Yayo:] We smokin' and jokin' and totin', nigga!
[Snoop:] Yeah!
[Whoo Kid:] Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
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
When the seed harvest, and the food grow
Them cocoa leafs turning to that good blow
Peruvian coke, manuever the boat
Mafia nect ya [mumblin voice]
They said my music influence violence
I don't give a fuck I'm on the cayman islands
My 9 is gonna die with me
Pick up the supply with me
I get that money, them euro's, them pounds and yen
Dis is for dead eye stuck in the pen
Dis is for white boy stuck in them pens
Doin 2000 push ups for his jail time ends
I mix the nuvo, with patron silver
The hoe's like it I call it pink panther
I'm in the cherry roadster, strappin the holster
Bad red bones bitch like rose acosta
Fuck 300 months on the wake up
I need 300 blunts and a jacob
Fuck 300 months on the wake up
[Tony Yayo:]
You guys got fat while I starve man
From now on nothing goes down without me
G Unit sneakers, films nothing
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
You don't want no drama
We run up on your mama
And cock back the Llama
Now thats beef nigga
You don't want it started
So don't get it started
Cause my Gorillas is insane and retarded
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Yo i'm fresh out the joint sayin' "Fuck my C-O-
Now i'm in the town sayin' "Fuck my P-O-
Back in the street pushin' kilos
In that new BM with the suicide doors
Holdin' four fours
Pimpin' them hos
You know in NY homie anything goes
My wrist rose gold
Baby got clothes
Bullets have your brains lookin' like Spagetti Os
My truck on twenty fours
And all my clientele's up in front of the stores
I got soldiers on call like G.I. Joes
And if you get hit nobody knows
Jacob got me froze
Neck all cold
So I need a scarf when its time to roll
Its Tony Yayo and i'm down to blow
My garage got six six double Os
[Tony Yayo:]
Homicide come around and i'm gone homie
Got them Macs and them Tecs and them pounds homie
G Unit is the best thats around homie
Thats why we run your town homie
Homicide come around and i'm gone homie
Got them Macs and them Tecs and them pounds homie
G Unit is the best thats around homie
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
El chapo
Was in the lower cartel
Yayo we back
[Tony Yayo:]
45 acp it weigh 20 ounces
Actress staring at me like teleprompters
Hit the cell bad reception in the helicopter
I'm goin hard in the paint like waka flocka
Flip flop paint back seat hold the chopper
I only smoke the I'll if it's rolled proper
Ciga lower cartel make bail
With that kinda money you could break out the shells
Meth amphedamens shipment is headin north
Feds raid amatefa il set it off
6-50 tops off new body type
Uptown mami right she from the heights
She the snotty type, but my money long
Now I'm with her long slip her out her thong
New armani top is in the windsor knox
I got her higher than a snoop in a wiz block
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
We hit sour, when are nerves twitch
M.o.b nigga fuck a bitch
Get rich or die tryin till I'm in a ditch
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
[Desperado:]
Your macs is on a nigga and your bitch is wanting me
You think that it's the money but it really ain't the cream
It's actually cause your wife and it was jusnt another dean
See me in the void I'm in the matrix can't you see
Heavy links got them bricks in the low riders
They get in with more tricks than the globetrotters
The hate to bring it to the states cause it's on fire
Too many snitches niggas singing like they on choirs
I'm on point you can't fuck with the wrong buyers
Niggas scheming they ain't eatin like they on diets
Only seem me with the heater cause they might try me
Cause my looks could be the signal till they start flying
[Chorus x2]
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in another world I'm in the matrix
I'm in the matrix
[50 Cent]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone Toddy 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' ??? now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Erica the 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 gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra 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]
Now Im'a 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' that 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 pump fucker with Shanqua 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 grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Till G put that gunin down that ??
[Chorus In Background: Cassidy - "I'm A Hustler"]
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Nigga Its The Talk Of New York
Ya'll Niggas Stop Stuntin'
Ya'll Niggas Know What Time It Is
I'm The Hottest Nigga On The Streets Right Now Man
The Streets Is Waitin' Man
I Done Hustled In Pa, Ba, Queens, Brooklyn Nigga Ask About Me
Look At My Rap Sheet
Yo 50 What Uup?
Banks What Up?
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Gangsta Crack Up
And Crack Stuck Coke
Now These E-Ville Niggas On The Strip Frontin' Broke
Dro Stuck Green And He's Broke For Days
True, Dro Got Robbed By Purple Haze
Haze Got Jooked By That Cali Kush
That Nigga Straight Rolled Up And Leave His Brain Cells Cooked
He And Cali Got Robbed For All His Cash
By This Big Time Nigga By The Name Of Hash
See Hash Got Stuck By This Nigga Named Dush
He Was More Powerful He Straight Fucked You Up
They Got Robbed By Design & Terrance
They Was Two Brothers Call 'em
He Got Set Up By This Kid That Was Sneaky
A Real Bad Nigga Lsd
And He Got Hit Up Man As He Was Trippin'
Man This Drug Game Got The Whole Strip Flippin'
I'm A Hustler
[Chorus In Background: Cassidy - "I'm A Hustler"]
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah, Yeah
Ask About Me
Ask Us Raw Nigga
Ask Us Nigga
A Couple Of Times Ha Ha Ha
I'm Good Now
Its Hot Cause They Indicted Niggas Man
What?, I'm Still Gettin' That Money Nigga Ha Ha Ha
Ask 'em About Yayo Nigga
I Stay In That Shit
12 12s 58 58s Nigga Ha Ha Ha
I'm Like That Electronic Scale Motherfucker
Fuck It I Get That Money
G Unit Nigga
My Raps Is Reality
Read My Rap Sheet Nigga
Pa, Ba, Qu,
I've Gotten Money Everywhere Nigga
Ask About Me Man
I'm A Fuckin' Hustler
I'm A H-U-S-T-L-E-R
Huslter
(feat. Young Buck)
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah yeah Aqua
Lets do this shit
Its the motherfuckin' Talk Of New York Tony Yayo nigga
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
G Unit is the best homie fuck what you hearin'
I clap back and shoot with military bearin'
The strong survive and the weak fall out
'Till the day that I die i'm a fuckin' ball out
I just caught a new case man I can't afford it
Cause both my connects just got deported
My iron and this street shit got a nigga stressed
But I stay on point with my iron and my vest
And life is too short so I need that long money
And the kids in the projects homie they born hungry
The dope heads always got tricks in they sleeves
They steal from they kids cause they piggy bank Ds
They the best liars scramblers and pan handlers
Ronnie stole from Onny eatin' Turkish Head Grammers
Its T-O-N-Y-
I stay with a semi
Clap your ass up and all ya men die
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Ya'll niggas ain't see me
Ya'll niggas ain't be me
Ya'll niggas ain't cheer me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Ya'll niggas ain't clappin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't killin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't merkin' me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Ya'll niggas ain't stealin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't robbin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't poppin' me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I'm like the black Clint Eastwood holdin' on this 44 Bulldog
I tried to hit ya whole clique but only got two of ya'll
I'm comin' right back
This time I brought a Mac
Camoflauged like a soldier that done been to Iraq
You niggas pussy shootin' up cars and shit
Shoot him in the mouth see how many bars he spit
This here the dirty south we ain't really about rap wars
We rather sell dope bitch and slam Cadillac doors
I need that 50 Cent money one of L.A. hos
And Jay-Z buttoning up for the next award show
Here I go
Ya'll act like you don't know me no mo'
I got the swagger of a CEO
Brains of a killer though
We live and die
Some niggas live a lie
Tear drops on they eye
And they never did ride
Its a cold world sorry that it ends this way
Ask about me I bet even ya friends'll say
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Ya'll niggas ain't see me
Ya'll niggas ain't be me
Ya'll niggas ain't cheer me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Ya'll niggas ain't clappin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't killin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't merkin' me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Ya'll niggas ain't stealin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't robbin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't poppin' me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Ya'll niggas ain't see me
Ya'll niggas ain't be me
Ya'll niggas ain't cheer me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Ya'll niggas ain't clappin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't killin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't merkin' me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Ya'll niggas ain't stealin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't robbin' me
Ya'll niggas ain't poppin' me
Why? cause i'm a gangsta
Nigga thats why cause i'm a gangsta
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 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
to all my haters, all my haters, all my haters,
Yeah, Yeah, Fuck i'm tryin to kick b*tch
... i ball a key, ...
bad b---h my passport need pages for the next trip
fall asleep you got the car that you're always dream of
i keep the ..under the ... and they love me, love me
fast cars loose women living the high life
we bust bottle smoke we all night...
2 x chorus:
all we do is cut with the paper, paper,
the ball ...n---a haters, haters
can't take it when they see the money make us
we make up
uh lot of money, uhh, lot of money.
.. all the haters, all the small .. a little later
yeah i ...in the ..
please ..i had my mind, work ...as a diamond
got a b*tch .. like a new..
counting on my knee money and i ain't magic city
b---h i'm shawty, born on .. don't wanna ..
b---h i'm .. but i will take it...with me.
2 x chorus:
all we do is cut with the paper, paper,
the ball ...n---a haters, haters
can't take it when they see the money make us
we make up
uh lot of money, uhh, lot of money.
attracted to the money like bees on honey
i swag on .. cash on ..
i 'm waiting more than you ...for a hundred pocket ..
play for the last .. all the pills, my skill, all for real
i just can't ..i'm on the ... i'm on the whole other ..
i ain't got time to reconcern with you asswhole,
so far ahead i'm sitting down waiting
i feel your frustration for my very ..
[Eminem:]
Whoooo Kiiiid! [echoes]
[Beat starts]
[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
YEAH! [echoes]
This is just my intro! [echoes]
It's Sirius man, this is Sirius Radio right here! [echoes] {SHADE 45!}
Grrrr! [echoes]
GGG-GGG- G-Unit... [echoes] Radio! [echoes]
Shaaady! [echoes] {CAN'T FORGET...}
Haha! [echoes] {PAUL ROSENBERG!}
Just givin' 'em a little somethin', somethin'! [echoes] {Eminem!}
[50 Cent:]
You screamin' ya gun jam! - Nigga your gun ain't jam [gunshot]
They let off ya bitch ass ran!
You screamin' ya gun jam! {Whooooooooooooo!}
I know your type fam - you pussy I understand!
You screamin' your gun jam! - You run when the shots [gunshot] fire
You scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet! {COME ON!}
Intensive care Unit after niggas get sprayed up
Jamaica Hospital 3rd floor when you layed up!
50? service is? make sure your bills get paid up
So it's 9-1-1, when you see my gun! [gunshot] {50 Cent!}
I'm popular nigga the police know me
Just cause of this rap shit I'm rich now homie. {Whoooooo!}
Man when you not around I got your bitch all on me
She want to be my wife now, she like my lifestyle. [Eminem:] (˝DJ Whoooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ˝)
My shotty bumpin' it's the sweetest taboo
I play something smooth when I stunt in my Coupe.
Oooooooh! Youuuuuu! - You know these niggas ain't like me
Everything I say I got in these raps I got bee. {DAMN!}
The cars, the cribs, the jewels, the tools, [gun cocks]
The.9's, [shot] the Tecs, the Macks, [gun cocks] ooooooohhh! [automatic gunshots]
The burners! The Gats! [shot] Man if you confused,
I'll send a nigga from my hood to put a hole in you! [shot]
I rock G-Unit {Whooooo!} hats - hoodies and shoes
Got "G-Unit" tattoed on my bitch too!
I drink G-Unit Water! Watchin' G-Unit porn!
This is ShaDE 45, nigga G-Unit on! [shot] {WHAAAA'?}
[Interlude: Mike Epps]
Fuck the C.O's!
Fuck all of 'em, makin' money off of niggas!
They just mad Yayo, cause they can't make no more money off of you!
They was makin' a, a... a percentage off your head every day in there!
Now you makin' off of them!
Still in the beats you can see a seed soda
Navy blue lavins match the rims on the rover
Too much traffic in rap, I ride the shoulder
Rap likes to blow man colder
Still waiting on that f800 benz
Keep it 100 f havin friends, I'm bout making ends
Chinchilla in storage I keep it cool
It's cold like my bitch, she make em drool
A million deaths to a pigeons stool
My shoes gas like hesh when a nigga move, fool
Casket sharp, fresh to death
Filth rich give me the loot, big and meth
Slip her outta lapearla hit it to the mornin
All the clicko got a nigga hurling
She gotta fat ass, with some nice extensions
A gold digger tryna mass her intentions
Tryna mass them intentions baby
Kill or be killed
Gpg 4
Got nuttin to prove to y'all niggaz man
Knawimsayin
I email for 3 thosuand dollars for madonna paper
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah Nigga Tony Yayo, Second Quarter
You Know What It Is Nigga
I'm Comin' Man
I'm Takin' Over This Rap Shit Man
Its My Time To Shine
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Want War? My Gang Like Saddamm And Bush
My Money Long With Acres And Gourmet Cooks
I Got Grams In My Hands And Coke In My Nails
Cause My Ten Fingers Stay On Them Digital Scales
[Whoo Kid:] Bring It Back
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
You Want War? My Gang Like Saddamm And Bush
My Money Long With Acres And Gourmet Cooks
I Got Grams In My Hands And Coke In My Nails
Cause My Ten Fingers Stay On Them Digital Scales
Homie Real Recognize Real Fake Is Fake
But One Hand Wash Another So My Team Is Great
Now I'm Headed Out Of State
Competition Is Glad
I'm Ot Sellin' Ds Twenty Five A Bag
You Want Me Knocked Up
50 Shot Up
Banks And Buck Broke So You Can Gossip
I'm On The Block With More Peices Than A Family Size Bucket
Been To Jail Before And Learned Shit From It
Chinchilla Furs My Niggas Toast In Minks
And My Lawyers Get Cheese To Approach The Bench
I'm In Big Boy Jail Now With Peter Gotti
And Them World Trade Niggas That Blew The Lobby
Toast To Beef
I'll Have Your Brains All In The Streets
Coke, Alize
My Game Have You High For Weeks
You Stuck In The Hood
For Niggas That Stuck In The Hood
[Tony Yayo:]
I need a gangsta bitch
Cause I'm a gangsta nigga
[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Some days I'm happy and some I'm not
You was there for me baby when I was on lock
And them 8 hour trips really meant alot
You even called MCI when the phone was blocked
Listen ma, I ain't tryin' to be ya baby father
I'll be there when you need me ya knight in shining armor
Sippin' Malibu loungin' in the Malibu Mountains
Now we livin' straight no more Section 8 Housing
Its just me and my bitch you know like Big said
Take me to exctasy lovin' in the bed
Do you love me or love that I'm rappin?
Nah she like that white gold, rose gold, pink gold and platinum
[Chorus: Olivia]
Oh I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything that you want me to
Cause i'm your gangsta boo
Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
Carry that work across town in a day or two
Cause i'm your gangsta who'll do anything for you
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My uptown mami she materialistic
My BK shorty down to hold the biscuit
My Qu shorty she one of a kind
So if you ain't got game don't waste your time
My down south bitch she keep it crunk
And my bitch in Cali man she love them blunts
When it comes to sex baby the kid can last
I stay real real hard like the calculus glass
Ma my hands up your shirt girl feelin' on your panties
Fingers all sticky off that pink cotton candy
Sexin' on the beach where its hot and sandy
Apple martinis out in Miami
[Chorus: Olivia]
Oh I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything that you want me to
Cause i'm your gangsta boo
Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
Carry that work across town in a day or two
Cause i'm your gangsta that'll do anything for you
[Tony Yayo: Singing]
We had our share of troubles
Many more than others
With a little love and understanding
We can fly high than any mountain
Ha ha I'm just playing
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
What make you a good girl with Gucci on your feet
Livin' in the club and hangin' in the street
Keeki a dime she straight from uptown
She move like Mimi's girls in the Pussy Pound
And Hera
I met her in Lord And Taylor
By Clinique and Mac
Baby got back
Whats up with that?
Don Perigon
The boots from Batetto Vennetto cost a arm
[Chorus: Olivia]
Oh I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything that you want me to
Cause i'm your gangsta boo
Yeeeeesss I'll take a Greyhound trip for you
Carry that work across town in a day or two
Cause i'm your gangsta who'll do anything for you
[Olivia:]
Yo doe,
We gon keep feeding these niggas
[Chorus:]
My fillet minjon I keep it on me
My fillet minjon to all my shorties
Yo doe,
We gon keep feeding these niggas
Yo doe,
We gon keep feeding these niggas
[Chorus:]
My fillet minjon I keep it on me
My fillet minjon to all my shorties
My fillet minjon is a 40
Well done medium rare death in the air, yea
[Verse:]
I'm back on it
I might squeal on lil niggaz
I put a baby in his womb I straight kill a nigga
I'm a gangsta watching life progress
I love my kids so much I tatt em all on my chest
I'm in that spiderman, in them cardier lenses
My gun don't jam I got the peter parker spider senses
I'm on point, your strap is in your spare tire
My strap on my lap wrapped in that h attire
I'm a frequent flyer, met a genie sorceror
The lear come with the crew like john travolta
Public enemy, like john dillinger
I hit a pig in the face with the dillinger
[Chorus]
[Verse:]
45 a.c.p, I shoot a gangsta out his a.c.g
Bitch nigga please nigga please
This is for my lex ave niggas
My southside niggas, my elot niggas counting them niggas
From central icelint, brentwood to hempstad
Get tha brick money and, keep them wolves fed
I twist a swisher, I keep a blicka
And 2 white girls playing naked twister
Bulletproof surbuban, 30 shot glock in it
Pull up at the light, it look like barack in it
Bentley brooklyn, you know that I'm stalkin it
With all this beef you know I ain't stoppin it
[Chorus]
Nigga don't get fillet minjoned up nigga
That's the new motto
Fillet minjon steel on my waist
[Chorus x3: Tony Yayo]
Fuck y'all niggaz I murder y'all niggaz
Body y'all niggaz, clap y'all niggaz
Fuck y'all niggaz I cut y'all niggaz
Buck y'all niggaz, touch y'all niggaz
[Tony Yayo:]
I got 35 niggaz with 35 guns
You know the weapons 357's
35 times 6 that's 210 shots
Now it's hot, hid from 200 cops
45 is the weapon I'm a pimp for the jux
Cause the chain on my neck is an excellent look
I'm the kid on tv that's still on the corner
A million dollar nigga with no diploma
Yo I'm still in the p's drinking c and c soda
Navy blue timbs match the rims on the rover
Bentley grill, changed the nose on the 6
In the strip, it's locked like a blue nose pit
Everytime I move my lip it's like I'm moving a brick
You move your weight in your car move my weight on a ship
God damn, God dammit
My wrist made dicaprio die in the titanic
And these haters wanna be me, hoes wanna g me
50 cal I'l tear the roof of your hemi
It's t-o-n-y rap tycoon
Knife in my pocket give your face a half moon
[Prodigy:]
I'm ballin hard, my lamborghini flying through these streets
So fast got your bitch fatty stuck to the seat
Gotta pocket full of haze, pocket full of condoms
Cannon on my waist, case there's any problems
Diamonds on my wrists, them shits always start something
Then I gotta flip and show you that you all buggin
Pop shots, nigga when I'm holding
Everytime I squeeze it sound like an explosion
[D-Tay:]
I lay you niggaz down from long range
Bang biggy bang watch me hit when you flipping
With that thing dicky thing
Me and yayo got them yayo it's on the low
Got my mayo we in them cuios I'm at the door, hoe
Soon as I get my money you make it to them trucks
Send a couple of homies back in to tie em up
This is a robbery mayne give me all your bread
Oh he don't know where it's at then cut that boy head
[Lil Fame:]
You fucking with the m.o.p, marksman professional
When nigga gotta air your ass out like clarfession
You bettter be ready with ya metal be if you ever
Threaten me you gon be out a whole lotta blood checkin me
Slugs in the street, get checks care about
Thugs in the street, bitch let's dance
From your mug to your feet
Murder murder mo murder pop ya motherufcking collar in
My whole hood hollering
03 the unit on top of world
Now it's 09 nigga fuck the world
And all the haters tryna say that I'm living in 50's shadow
But I'm in ireland, switzerland, peru on 50's shadow
30 thousand euro's, you ever seen that
My boy tony in london give me bags of that
Hermeez hightops unbuckle the strap
Don't step on my foot boy they cost a stack
How a rap label, switch over to a rock label
Nowdays c.o's on them hot labels
The mazarati ridin low cause the body kit
The doors go up like a mr. miyagi kick
Haters talk alot of shit, money got alot of it
I paid alot of dues my son in louie walking shoes
The game changed since biggie and tupac
Internet gangstas wanna be tupac
I smoke a coheeba blunts
A snake bit me caught fever bumps
I suck the venom out me, I'm in the denim audi
Bumpin that lady gaga and that nigga wale
Nigga know where I be
In a foreign country, foreign chick with a dunky
Bum ass niggaz, know I get money
Talking wreckless on the phone
Boy crime pays but the feds tapped the phone every 10 days
Nigga
Public enemies shit
This for the haters man
Ya told me to give y'all more
Everywhere I go swine flu 1 and 2 y'all like
Ya know, s.o.d y'all like it
Righteous kill y'all like it
Bloody christmas, y'all like it
Ah ha I ain't playin with y'all niggaz man
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
No ski mask, I shoot a nigga face off
In broad day, I shoot a nigga face off
Nigga try to stunt, the pump I'l leave his face off
Man down yellow tape around nigga face off
[Tony Yayo:]
P95 yea your bitch she can get it too
I'l have ya bust it baby on the operating table
I meant to hit you but your bitch got it
My hollows don't got names they just hit targets
I ain't got hate niggaz just hate me
Big blunt, big gun off safety
I'm young black and rich and don't give a fuck
A class nigga so niggaz wanna hit me up
I leave you tre pound finger fuck
Hollow tips lift you up
Meange a trois with bullets, my little niggaz pull it
He only 12 years old so green light go
He put ya brains on the floor with the fo fo
[Chorus]
[Cory Gunz:]
I don't hate niggaz niggaz just hate cor
Talk of new york shoot a nigga face off
I don't hate niggaz niggaz just hate cor
Talk of new york shoot a nigga face off
The talk of new york tear a nigga face off
Automatic guns oi and get a case off
I chase off any perpetraitirs I face off
I spot em out on a map and move they place off
You turn him like a chuck t with the lace off
I leave a nigga taste off when I pace off
I let it waste off fist gun I'm laid off
I'm violent as 50 cent leave em like mase off
Landing all ties like a race draw
Put a nigga in his place like a race lost
Treat bitch made niggaz like state law
Catch you bootleggers on fake flaws I break jaws
Like elephantitis and get to talkin like meningitis
And knowin my vitals and sypholitis for thin
Apparatus shit shatters and scatters against the lord
The writers homie tigh as is tragic and sad as a fucking thought to write it, what
Handled with a uzi shottie
Shit it make range I make her why toosie drop
Tell your boys avoid lloyd like a paranoid droid
A shortsten roy floyd you won't enjoy joy
Face off,
I shoot a nigga face off
I don't hate niggaz niggas just hate cor
Talk of new york tear a nigga face off
Yea shoot a nigga face off
[Chorus x2]
[Ransom:]
Yea I'm infamous when a gun is spitting clips
Hit your bitch tear her face off like mikalis
K's with the gauge laid got a triple bitch
Listen prick this is it go ahead and slit your wrist
I'm a die a boss when them shots fired off
Broad day 4 k's have your face sliding off
Ductape fuck face take the wires off
Get your slut rape cut cake now your wifes a whore
I'm the type of guy you probly wouldn't like at all
Lift the german ruger don't work then I'm a knife it off
Leave the blade bloody I don't got to wipe it off
Broke ya body till it go limp with no life at all
The k clap asap I don't play that
Got guns in the crib older than the a-trak
Dust em off go outside then spray black
Ak listen you will never get your face back
Yea r.I.p to the competition
It's r.I.p to the competition
It's r.I.p to the competition
Yeaaaaaaaa
[Chorus: x2]
I turn my durag to a ski mask quick
Fuck boy dead nobody see that shiittt
I turn my durag to a ski mask quickkk
I turn my durag to a ski mask quicckkk
[Verse:]
Alotta niggaz talking, I ain't sayin shit
I wish I had 6 hands and 6 fingerprints
I got the glock 30, like an oakland nigga
My gd's in the chi I'l smoke a nigga
Black audi r8, homie drop the top
Swing through the hood like the black barack
Yeaaaaaa, and I stay with that million
Like dream stay on a milian
Homie I'm a don, nigga I'm a boss
Lines get crossed, niggaz get tossed
Nigga I'm up early in the morning with the dope in the blender
Turn my swag on I'l be gone to november
Low from the a.t.f, I gun butt a fuck boy he had a.t flesh
I straight shoot a nigga
2 guns on me you could call me freddy ruger
[Chorus x2]
There's 99 rozays all on the wall
99 niggaz yea we all gon ball
Yea we all gon ball
Yea we all gon ball
Got 99 shooters and they all on call
I said they all on call
I said they all on call
Put your body in the streets man y'all niggaz got the gall
Yea R.I.P to the competition
It's R.I.P to the competition
It's R.I.P to the competition
Yeaaaaaaaa
[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo]
I turn my durag to a ski mask quick
Fuck boy dead nobody see that shiittt
I turn my durag to a ski mask quickkk
I turn my durag to a ski mask quicckkk
[Tony Yayo:]
Alotta niggaz talking, I ain't sayin shit
I wish I had 6 hands and 6 fingerprints
I got the glock 30, like an oakland nigga
My gd's in the chi I'l smoke a nigga
Black audi r8, homie drop the top
Swing through the hood like the black barack
Yeaaaaaa, and I stay with that million
Like dream stay on a milian
Homie I'm a don, nigga I'm a boss
Lines get crossed, niggaz get tossed
Nigga I'm up early in the morning with the dope in the blender
Turn my swag on I'l be gone to november
Low from the a.t.f, I gun butt a fuck boy he had a.t flesh
I straight shoot a nigga
2 guns on me you could call me freddy ruger
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Rell:]
Them niggaz know me, I carry dummy
Lightning on his wrist nigga looking like lunchmeat
Line his ass up like the neighborhood barber
Revolver in his face before he hop in his charger
Rap money slow, I ain't get a check in a while
When I'm thinking I ain't used this rusty tec in a while
So I load that shit up, mindframe I gotta make this cash
Yayo got me bout to rob a nigga on jamaica ave
Oh yea homie, did you see that shit
Boy ruger turned his durag to a ski mask quick
He got scared when he seen that fif
Robbed him in front of his giril like I ain't seen that bitch
Shorty walking around with his arm froze
Nigga acting like all the pawn shops closed
Don't come around me we ain't ok
The big chain will make me go back to my old ways
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Oh-oh-oohh! {"BLACK FRIDAY"!}
Oh-oh-oohh! {WHOO KID!}
Oh-oh-oohh! {THISIS50!}
[Chorus:]
I be dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this one (yeah!)
Dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this one! {HAHA!}
Dumpin' [gunshot] out the windoow!
Dumpin' out the windoow! {LET'S GO!}
I be dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this one!
Dumpin' [gunshot] out the window with this.44! [gunshot]
Yeah! - With this.44!
[Interlude:]
Y'all niggas know who it is, it's the kid! {GOD-... DAMN!} [shot]
[Verse:]
The AR shoot better than the AK (BLLLLLAT!)
I shoot the 'K and start aimin' on wapoly. [shot]
Marc Jacob clothes they'll your body make (hahaha!)
The Bentley got a fat ass the Porsche keeps eyeing me. (YEAH!)
Jack-pot my niggaz like the lottery (bling!)
But it's a recession! - I stay with the 10 G's!
Bitch please the Unit gettin' guaped
On the highway European gettin' to the top! (BRRRM!)
We keep gettin' money God got us blessed (what else?)
Niggaz say we fell off but the world in debt!
It's like the world coming to an end (I swear this!)
Hurricane Ike just killed my best friend! {Whooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
This great recession the great depression (MONEY!)
Nigga build a bomb shelter to stock all your weapons! (yeah!)
It's like the safest place be right now is in jail (jail time nigga!)
Shawty only 15 and he squeeze that steel!
OG come home two weeks he killed
And he just made tha broadman like too real!
[Chorus:]
I be dumpin' out the window with this one!
Dumpin' out the window with this one!
Dumpin' out the windoow! (yeah!)
Dumpin' out the windoow! (I ain't lyin'!)
I be dumpin' out the window with this one!
Dumpin' out the window with this.44!
With this.44!
[Outro:]
Get killed that just motherfucka, man!
Niggas can't even buy new portrait out this motherfucka, man!
Niggas need gas... diper money!
It's real... recession!
"Black Friday" nigga! {DAMN!}
[Verse 1:]
Rule 15 question enemies till the finish
The consequence is death or a long sentence
Friend turn to foe
I shake em off like blunt ashes
On my wire cell clothes cause they male hoes
Make a move catch a mack shell
Broken wings on your back you a match well
R.I.p to michael, he died and made the world stop
80's had the parting of a white top tiger shop
Run in your studio hit your hard drive
Harlem really took a hit when big l died
The whole bedstuy cried when big poppa died
The re annowned g-unit we born to ride
Homocide don't care about that homocide
They coppin coffee and donuts a nigga died
[Chorus: x2]
We don't give a fuck about the police
4-10 I'll split your whole domepiece
Hit rikers and scrap over dorm tv's
New york streets leave alot of casualties
[Verse 2:]
The latin kings wanna watch caliente
The bloods wanna catch the game and watch the knicks play
Now it's a day room brawl horriffic
Blood smeared all on the wall
When you was free you'd damn sure had tv
In the beacon bloods got they names on the seats
This is for them g's in mdc
Fat dalans they never gone see the streets
In the feds I met a real nigga named sassy
He had a box full of tapes the wire tap was nasty
In his cell all he did was listen to em
His right hand ratted the streets screwed him
Thisis50.com
World stars where I'm on
Tmz to see me I got this shit on smash nigga
[Verse:]
Ducatti 900 3rd gear lift up
'09 bentley brooklyn pick your bitch up
Walk in safe
I can't wait for them 100 dollar bills with obama face
The world changing the whitehouse, the blackhouse
4-10 shotgun shells I'l blow your back out
I'm in christian dior with beauty dior
Porn star goddess smoking on gods gift
Riding through southside
Everybody wanna spoon me cause I'm smoking half gooey
With an educated groupie
I'm rich porter in his prime nigga
I'm from cop killer queens where they line niggas
Yo I still got a jail bond
Man I love hip hop
7 star dubai give my louis to the bell hop
These rappers think they hancock
Till they see my handcocked
Yayyoooooo
Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea
We goin party like 2020
I got them bricks you know whatever get money
My overseas bitch love that african blow
I got the mansion and the cars of a half a blow
The feds watchin, cause I'm selling all my crime
There tryin to hit a nigga with that nelson mandela time
I look at time from the oyster
Them bitches love them aphrodisiaks the clams and them oysters
Now my nut sacks in her mouth just like them oysters
I cook up 16's and bag of the cordless
My coat scale you could weigh a fuckin walrus
My shooters are zombies, walking corpses
Niggas wanna crucify me put me on crosses
Cause my jeweller got me in them big shiny scrosses
And 50 got me in them shiny porsches
Uh huh ye-ye-yeah
Uh huh this is cut throat shit
This that cut throat shit
Gangsta paradise
Nigga it's gangstas paradise
This is cut throat shit
This is cut throat shit
The chesir got the wolves turnin savage
Still waiting on obamas stimulus package
The feds watch us, out binoculars
For the grant with the drugs like michael doctors
Forensics tryin to track us off carpet fibres
Homie buying tight jeans I'm buying karma llamas
Everybody rap now nigga fuck this shit
Clip hanging out the ass like a big piece off shit
Now regard for human life
I see the holes in my shirt and thank god for my life
In jail, yea I tried to sex the c.o
You they put choclates on your pillow
I'm in the w, cus I just caught a w
4 door porsche look good bust another u
In my hood deaths a coming occurance
Cheap ass weights with no life insurance
This is cut throat buisness
I thank the lord god is my witness
This is cut throat buisness
I thank the lord god is my witness
This is cut throat buisness
[Interlude:]
[Charlie Sheen:]
I just have a different constitution, a different brain, a different heart!
A different... you know? I've got Tiger Blood, man!
Good start. It's a good start.
[Male Reporter:] It's a good start! The first win?
[Charlie Sheen:]
I am bi-winning! I win here and I win there, now WHAT?
Let's just do it! Let's meet this thing head on.
And you're, you're in it to win it.
Talk about an education... and they're like:
"This... and then that's the guy, and he's our dad, we can...
Get all the answers and the truth? Wow! WINNING! "
You're either winning or you're losing, there's NOTHING in between!
[Male Reporter:] How do you plan on winning that war?
[Charlie Sheen:]
Uuuhm... with, with zeal. And, and focus.
And, and... violent... hatred!
Just let's do it, yeeaah! You know?
Good luck! You're gonna need it. I'll be over here like... winning!
Uuuhm... come Wednesday mornin' they gonna rename it... to... Charlie Brothers, not Warner Brothers!
Hahh! Duh... winning!
[Male Reporter:] Winning in what sense?
[Charlie Sheen:] Just winning, just bein' happy! Just livin'...
[Male Reporter:] Because some would say... that you're defeated now!
[Charlie Sheen:]
Uhm... they can say that, but what kinda car are they driving?
What kinda girls are in their home? Hahh!
I said "girls"!
I'm gonna live my life the way I want. I'm a win inside of every moment! And uh...
And they can just find... the most comfortable... chair in their... small house, and uh...
Sit back and enjoy the show!
[Male Reporter:] I'm sorry?
[Charlie Sheen:]
Winning! Startin' to get the concept now?
Oops! Winning!
It's often times unknown but occasionally, you know?
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeeeaaaah!
Yeeeaaaaah! {BRING IT BACK}
This is that... [shot]
[Intro:]
Yeeeaaaah!
Yeeeaaaaah! [Joker laughs] [rewind]
[Intro:]
Yeeeaaaah!
Yeeeaaaaah! {"S.O.D."! }
This is that SouthSide killa shit!
SouthSide Gorilla shit!
G-UUUUNIT!
We move so militant! [gunshot] {DAMN! }
[Chorus:]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) {ROGER! }
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
Run up on tha nigga, GAYme real right! Riiiight?
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
Run up on ya car game, real right! Riiiight? [gunshot]
[Verse 1:]
I'm a R-I-D-E-R!
Run up on ya car!
You prayin' at a mess. - You tax in ya bitch!
I GOT TO DROP, I'll POP YA, IT'S UP!
I jump in the Coupe, dope an' GUN IN THE BOX! [scream]
No remorse, big homie! [shot] - I shoot, they fuckin' wake up!
I know his lil' monkeys, when they get me for my Jacob! [shot]
I'm talented, yes I'm gifteeed!
Got the .5th, Jimmy Henchman on some big shit! [shot]
FUCK Czar! - FUCK tError Squad!
No fightin'! My trey-pound do the job!
[Chorus:]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
Run up on tha nigga, GAYme real right! Riiiight?
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [dog moaning]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [scream]
Run up on ya car game, real right! Riiiight? [gunshot]
[Verse 2:]
Springtime comin'! [kids ovation] - Summertime comin'!
Got tha whole shit to playin' gods! (playin' gods...)
Cause in JU-N-E, tha homies don't play
The killa start actin' dog! (actin' dog...) [2 shots]
They're squeeze in the daytime
Squeeze in the nighttime, [gunshot] an' they just havin' fun! (havin' fun...)
So don't come outsiiide, we ride to riiide
Mothafucka betta have yo' gun!
It's the killa [shot] seasoooon! (seasoooon...) - In June and Julyy!
Shit, gettin' high; alota niggas start TO DIE!
It's the killa seasoooon! (seasoooon...) - O.G's losin' fame,
Lil' homie 16 and he got a big DEAL! - It's the killa seasoooon! (seasoooon...) [shot]
[Chorus:]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...) [kids ovation]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
Run up on a nigga, GAYme real right! Riiiight? [shot]
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
I catch a body quick toniiiight! (toniiiight...)
[Intro: x2]
New york niggaz got crazy game
But outta town niggaz keep pushing them things
I said this is for them g'z
And this is for them gangstaz
This is for them g'z
And this is for them gangstaz
This is for them g'z
And this is for them gangstaz
Ride with me nigga, ride with me nigga
This is for them g'z
And this is for them gangstaz
Ride with me nigga, ride with me nigga
[Verse:]
Trick or treat smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If it's dope, if it's coke
I'm a cut a nigga throat
On the strip getting rich
Everday we taking risks
Catching flips, moving bricks
All for the love of it
Niggaz hate, niggaz die
Money make man cry
Watch when them slugs fly
Don't be a fall guy
We ball till we all die
Smoke to we all high
My lazor on my 4 5
My gators got 4 eyes
My trunk in floors drive
My cats got 4 lives
I roll with 2 straps and hold down 4 knives
Yay got 4 wives, yay got 4 cribs
Yay got fo fo's, yay got 4 sigs
[Chorus:]
I'm the candyman I got whatever you need
I got that x, got that speed, and that purple weed
I'm the candyman are you ready to cop
Stop talkin on the phone you making me hot
I'm the candyman my candys raw
I got everybody buyin out my candy store
I'm the candyman do you need some candy
I'm the candyman do you need some candy
[Verse:]
Nigga I don't got it all, please don't amp me
I love the phantom but the bentley mad slicky
You claim you a millionaire but ain't re coupe
While your wife in the coupe sucking on my meat flute
Niggaz aim niggaz shoot, I kill ya fatha
Gettin head from super head in that super charger
That's the new range, I rock the guccis with the blue frames
Automatic 3.5.7 with the blue stains
City on my back, you barely gotta budget
American beast shit, I kill lil puppet
I'm the candyman, my brace in my bucket
Ridin in my lo lo see po po nigga fuck it
[Tony Yayo:]
I ride big mayne it's about 30 inches
In my new truck I'm fin to fuck dirty bitches
Maybach 62 with my feet up
With 2 twins in the back now I'm g'd up
And if them jack boys street up
I got the strap in my seat tucked
You young boys must be nuts
I'm a pit you a tea cup
They got g's on the caddy suck these nuts
[Chorus: x2]
Grain grippin sittin in my cadillac grinding slow
Grain grippin sittin in my cadillac grinding slow
Grain grippin, g g g grain grippin
Sittin in my cadillac boys I'm trained sippin
[Tony Yayo:]
Yea, yea, yo
I'm a boss, rozay by the bar
My pockets on steroids that chris benoit
Baby 45 the size of 380
I can't die my boo boo bought to have my baby
All these rappers in european clothes
My european cuts is the roof on the roads
Boss up nigga, get that chedda nigga
Getcha whip, getcha bread game better nigga
Cause when it rains it pours I thank the lord
Cause these material girls can't stay in the cars
They like hummers, ferraris and lambos
They like niggaz in the trap with them bank rolls
They like basketball pros and nfl niggaz
That dumar smell got my whip full of bitches
Hitting switches, switchin lane to lane
This tony yayo hoes know my name
[Chorus x2]
[Lil Boosie:]
Grain griipin pistol whipping up in my cadillac
Gave that bitch a half a pill, she turned to maniac
Light the dro fuck 5-0 nigga we handle that
The bitch up in the back yayo I call her fat back
It's drama, gotta be here to feed mama
Believe in jesus not barack obama
30 bitches, 10 niggaz when we roll so that's 3 a piece
1 for you, 1 for me, gun for you, gun for me
I'm in my caddy in the hood, in the hood
50 stacks in my lap I'm eating good, eating good
I wish ya would mayne I steal daughters fathers
Send em to a place where I'm no longer bothered
Drink the drank up in my cup
Gas tank is filled up
Bad bitch yea she grilled up
Pussy niggaz ya know what's up
Pimp hat like 50 cent te in my imparlour
Kinda dirty so I gave my lac a shower
Ice clean
This is another
Remix
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
My bullets whistle like
And fly right past your dome
My bullets whistle like
A 100 shots a nigga gone
My bullets whistle like
I got the typewriter tommy gun just like capone
My bullets whistle like
6 feet deep another homie gone
[Jay Rock:]
That desert eagle filled with hollows
If you holler when it hollers
Hit yo ass from top to bottom
Bullets whistle like harmonicas
Still bein in corners with my knockas sippin vodka
I'm on fire like when I raised the gauge up
Just like thermoters
Leanin in that testarosa, smokin on this cali doja
You don't want to test my holster centre fold ya
Got some biggerous niggaz to smoke ya
Who da bang, black mask, black gloves
Bullets with no names
It's not a game on this eastside
Watts city it's no pity for weak guys
Chopper city bein holdin semis since I was knee high, no lie
Hit your block in a cheap ride, and let it whistle
[Gunshot] For sound see the spark roaches scatter
Hit a melody when them bullets travel
Put you under the gravel for that pussy shit
I'm a dog you get fucked thinkin I'm pussy bitch
I'm a harplus, harplus
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo:]
Ya wanna rumble with yay, haaa
Shit on the whole industry
4-10's a 44 on steriods
A.t.f we dumpin on them fed boys
A 16 of happiness and pain nigga
I'm never on the ashy shit again nigga
0-10 range all wood grain nigga
I hit the button it pop out that thing nigga
My bullets whistle like jueles saw
And I stay strapped cause I got my jewels on
And the 2.2.3 I'l make your family mourn
Bullets fly, men die, little niggaz pop you
Dey'll chef up your top like boo cabo
I'm with Jay Rock, l.a block
Red pelle piranha shark
Red pelle I'l hold a glock
Real bloods I'l pop your top
Nigga
My bullets whistle like
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
My gun got them on a …
It looks so pretty taking out competition
It even got a flashlight on the barrel
I click it on and I wave it at you
You think it's god when you see the light
But you won't see god homie you gonna die tonight
Marked for death let the bullets be the written symbol
I point them all and rock well right out the window
When it come to beef I squeeze on targets
My hands all bloody like rocky in a meat market
I squeeze harder than a python, with that 357 called python
Niggers hate my but my skin is thick
Point them out and I … hit him in his bricks
Now's all peace pouring out a little liquor
He died forced up, from a trigger finger
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cock my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
Yeah, you ain't got a bag … I got you
Hold still show you what the glock do
… a nigger catch a holy ghost
Hole in the spine leave them with a scoliosis
… before I let you hold one
Lay for right where your … from
Fuck you out of here, you playing in the street
My niggers up and ready are you coughing up meat
I ain't lost enough sleep for drama to wear me out
Your pussy everything that your mouth is like …
No one is prouder whenever they see me out
Soured up, straight blown through a 3 …
My finger hit you like money coming
Body bags want me nothing keep the guns bumping
Talk cheap but the slugs here cheaper
Know you want a body bag, but here's the grand reaper
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
Fuck that I gave a lot of passion
Let a lot of niggers live show a lot of compassion
I never took advantage of you weaklings
I could of green light the universe …beat down …
And be a massacre if I give the word
So I only serve those who truly deserve
This level of punishment is not for beginners
You acting like you can handle it
I'ma give it, I'm handing out life support systems
Shit bags and … for free, come and get some
When you see me in the club
Cause I ain't come for bitches, I come for blood
It's the return of the mac and revenge of the thug
Watch the attitude switch up and extract the bitch up
But now they in the present of some legendary niggers
Bumy ass nigger got his dummy ass hit up
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
They keep begging for a body bag
They keep begging for a body bag
Deep cut my shit put them in a bag
Lay 'em out leave them toe tagged
Rest in peace to pimp c
Rest in peace huey
Yea, fake niggaz out here
Too many fake niggaz out here
[Chorus:]
Too many bitch niggaz alive
Too many hoes ass niggaz alive
Real niggaz dead or doing time
Real niggaz dead or doing timeee
I'm in the atmosphere, here in the lear
Respect violence, instill fear
I spray 3 nigga, out the black rueg
I'm a gangsta a.m.d all the tatoos
Niggaz hate me, they hate secretly
They hate frequently, they ain't shit too me
The rap game full of real nigga copies
Record stores closing cause they ain't selling copies
I ain't george clooney, but I make a movie
The force ruin me, you a male groupie
My face a jewel, you in fake jewels
My eyes a diamond tester, I could spot cubes
I could spot mosies, my spot cosy
I'm on the yaught homie ya wife wanna drop from me
Cause she's my biggest fan
New 750 big grill big fan
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: Young Buck {DJ Whoo Kid}]
E'rybody seen me {DAMN!} - but ain't nobody talkin' (YEAH!)
Your family couldn't open up your coffin,
When them shots pop up...
E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin' (WHAT?)
To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
When them shots pop up... {TONY YAYO!}
E'rybody seen me - but ain't nobody talkin'
Your family couldn't open up your coffin,
When them shots pop up... (YEAH!)
E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin'
To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
When them shots pop up... {LET'S GO!}
[Bridge: Young Buck]
Shoot 'em up! Bang, bang!
Shoot 'em up - Bang! (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!)
Shoot 'em up! Bang, bang!
Go on do ya thang! (WHAT?) {Whoooo!}
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm in the bluest whip - my headlights on some "Snoopy" shit
My topdown doors up with the looie kit
All my looies fit! - All my jewelery thick
I'm real nigga! ("DJ Whoo Kid! ") - Your life is a movie script.
Black Mustang, got that thang on my jewish bitch
Pearl handle big barrel with the doofie clip.
You a duplicate! - No hoodstripes!
I'm in your hood you like "Them niggas don't look right! " {COME ON!}
Chop up the china-white! Desey got the tiger-stripes
Candy paint got my whip like "Mikey Nice"!
[Young Buck:]
I'm in the party with the shotty 50 gave me [gunshot] (yeah!)
Just in case the promoters don't wanna pay me. {DAMN} (what?)
I'm project! - I still use stolen creditcards
I gotta pump the gas in my Chevy to get it to start! {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Hood nigga gettin' Hollywood money
I would let y'all Manson out if I could homie. (yeah!)
Got a Timothy Mcway' swagger...
I drop bombs; see a rapper and I laugh at cha! (hahaaaa!) [shot] {DAMN!}
A young God, might well let a nigga be
A star seein' leafs fall off your family tree. (damn!)
I want it all like the big homie Ice-T (Ice-T!)
They won't say it, but my enemies like me (YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!)
My New York niggas tell me that I'm nice be!
In LA niggas holla: "Keep it real G! " (WestSide!)
Dirty South {SHADYVILLE!} with a 12'' Gauge in your mouth. (boo!)
You didn't wanna die? - You should have stayed in the house! - Now lay him out... [gunshot] {Whooo!}
[Chorus: Young Buck]
E'rybody seen me - but ain't nobody talkin' (YEAH!)
Your family couldn't open up your coffin, ("DJ Whoo Kid... ")
When them shots pop up... ("on Hot97! ")
E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin' (WHAT?)
To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
When them shots pop up... (HEEEEY)
E'rybody seen me - but ain't nobody talkin' {G-UNIT RADIO!}
Your family couldn't open up your coffin,
When them shots pop up... (YEAH!) {TONY YAYO!}
E'rybody screamin' - but ain't nobody crossin' {CAN'T FORGET...}
To see how many niggas gon' be flossin'
When them shots pop up... {ROGER!}
[Bridge: Young Buck]
Shoot 'em up! [2 gunshots] Bang, bang!
Shoot 'em up [gunshot] - Bang! (YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!)
Shoot 'em up! [2 gunshot] Bang, bang!
(feat. 50 Cent)
[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
[Verse 1:]
My enemies meet the hand of the lord g's
My skin tougher than that african from warri
Hating ass niggaz I ain't sweating these fools
Coastal air let the jet refuel
You love my stunts, proceed the blunts
Put the brick on the balance make a movie
I know about swag new balance suu louie
I got love for them streets but there's too many losses
Plus all these rats I'l have feds in my fortress
I'm cautious, kush got me naucious
G550 fly past the lords kids
Pour out a lil liquor for those who died hoodrich
Pour out a lil beer for those who died pennyless
Watch how the semi kick, will smiths son
Karate kid 2 you get flipped by my gun
Huh, I'm in the house staring at these plaques
They can't see in the aston casue the tints is black
They can't see me with a ski mask and mack
[Verse 2:]
Niggaz from the hood tried to piece me
Some lil dusty niggaz from the projects smokin leaky
The mazi go beep beep your baby moms peep me
She like what you doin in the hood you belong on tv
Fuck the judge, the jury and the prosecuter
I shoot the courtroom up like the vegas shooter
Blue gator on, see my hermeez suiter
I drop a scrooge mcduck bag on your medula
My wrist colder than alaskan troopers
I do it myself I don't ask for shooters
Black diamonds lookin like an oil spill
Mo money, influence the will to kill
Po niggaz know the deal 4-10 blue steel
Revolver in my hand hold shotgun shells
Semi in my hand hold ak shells
You got swag you got style
Bicth look out this cost thous
Take my work out of town
Flip this don't tell no one else
Move by yourself
Girl here take these pounds
Baby put it in your sweater
It started off with the trips
Now we outta town moving bricks
[Repeat]
The coke and the dope could flip
Is my addiction, addiction
It started off with the trips
Now we outta town moving bricks
The coke and the dope could flip
Is my addiction, addiction
All the fiends say
[Break x2: woman singing]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
Your my addiction
When the coke came off omeraaaaa
And popping stacks of ecstacyyyyyy
And it could not be no clearerrrrrrr
That she leaving the club with meeee
I just hope that you notice
The rims on the lotus
Are low to the ground
Listen, baby I glisten
Look at my wrist and
I stay with the pound
So your ass I'l get splattered
[Chorus: x2]
It started off with the chips
No we outta town moving bricks
The coke and the dope could flip
Is my addiction, addiction
Now all the fiends saying
[Break x2]
I gotta super sour diesel and them xanax pills
I got cocaine, meth and them hoes in heels
I do it all baby, but never outshine your master
Matter fact don't outshine a buck cause I'm blasting ya
Drought in the streets trap boys crying broke
So every weekend a trap boy gettin smoked
Niggaz pray and hope for good dope
But get bad batches and cocaine come in a wet package
That's no good mayne
[Tony Yayo:]
I gotta swine flu pop the bitch with corn rows
4-10 revolver shotgun shell for my foes
Aeroplane dubai, 19 thousand
And that's for with rubber strap without no diamonds
Stick up kids they ain't on that, on that
Middle of recession nigga flaunt that, flaunt that
I'm a wolf, you not, I'm a pop, you down
I'm riding with my semi cocked
Pull up in the parking lot
Send my teen wolf at em michael j. fox
Sak passe jolly green, sak passe makazo
My bullet on me you know I let them hammers go
I'm in the 3 0 I can't forget the 5
134 for the block that's the southside
The ak hit em, his life is distrimental
It popped em up, chopped em up like a fucking ginsu
[Chorus x2: Louie Castro]
We reppin for the 305 to the 718
If you didn't know we run it then niggaz you's late
All my g's come stand up put the pistols eye on
Soldiers in here yea we ride till we die
[Jolly Green:]
I gotta west style flow, gucci shells in the fo
Louis vatton chopper and a chevy on the floor
Cardiar watch no diamonds on display
Opel and pearl glock matchin bezzel on the face
And you haters you can fold down, fall back
Zoe pound g-unit what you call that
You better stay in do, you better stay low
I fuck with sha money, 50 cent and yayo
Infiltrating the truest
Penetrateing them through ya
Bullet holes in medulas
When them bullets maneuver
Jamaica southside, connect with 305
I follow protocall die heres a suicide
I'm reppin makazo, who evers in the way
That means ya gotta go, I gots ta seal your fate
I'm an added addition, better version of buck
I assume the position, all you niggaz is fucked
Public enemies
Shout to em, rest in peace to proof
Let's go
Tell room service to clean this bitch up
Switzerland swishas you know I got my bitches up
I call my stripper up, cause we ain't speak in weeks
Now I got her spread eagle all on my bentley sheets
[Repeat]
Money don't grow on trees sour do
So don't make me call my killers to shower you
Go ahead and take a jab nigga
I have you layin in a crime lab bag nigga
Yea hermeez hightops, make your hoes eye pop
Right out her head, now I'm gettin head
My dear, you a joke, the lears what I smoke hun
Rifle snipe a nigga like a deer on the scope yea
You rap niggaz is irrelavent
I'm wrapped around 3 tables 10 bottles that's an elephant
A club body, with a model hottie
A club touch, just tryna fuck
Monday call lavender, smoking on lavender
Tuesday it's purple urkle in the purple challenger
I just got a new ring like kobe
But feel like dwight howard walking with the 40
The mixtape gods, you rappers got the gall
Since 2.03 praying for our downfall
I guess the devil wear prada and god wear louie
Adam and eve may sing girl let's make a movie
Like cubana lusts, yea hoops I knock that off
Win for life I'm like a lottery scratch off
200 e.x nigga drop the hatch off
200 horse power engine like a track horse
Yea, talking bout that new phantom nigga
200 e.x, it's like 200 thousand nigga
Same price as a bentley my nigga
I guess they drive it in the recession
I need 50 to get me 1 of those
Maybe for christmas
Have 1 of them sit under the christmas tree
I would be so happy
But it's a receesion nigga
My niggaz gon rob these
Ha ha ha
[Tony Yayo:]
I said I crush the competition these niggaz is cockaroaches
In the mornin, it's steak and eggs and moe out my mosses
I'm focused, the money got me cleaned up
My passport keep gettin stamped up
Lifes short I need money for that lam truck
My kids gotta eat gotta get my grams up
400, 500 degreez
I jump in a 600 cut the breeze
My long I get you shot at hoe
Shooter by the door, by your peep hole
You local, I'm universal
Peru have us smoking on that purple
My girls, got no morals
Talkin on that phone bitch still give me oral
My lifestyles cash nigga
The streets of ny time fly fast nigga
But I won't let it get to me
You know the money, the hoes and the jewellery
[La The Darkman:]
Men of armed forces guard my fortrice
Murder to protect my bein at any costs
Nigga I'm a winner I don't take no losses
0 10 ferrari 400 horses
Doin 140 whip like flying saucers
Came to get more green than golf courses
Nigga I'm major, I 12 gauge ya
For rappers with I'll, despicable behavior
Either respect my laws as a don
Or clash like auto bots verse the septicon
You bein warned, pussy know the deal
I fuck with my nigga yayo cause he kill
Fuck with the nigga 50 cause he real
It's like I coulda bein the unit how I feel
A monster relentless, a mobsters apprentice
A criminal, I'm a get a maid off sentence
Hustle, in the trenches, avoid willy lenchers
But I'm big willy when I'm playin with them bitches
2 in 3 benzs grace the drive
Maybach 62 or s65, ar 15
I copped an '05
Throw a nigga off a roof cause he think that he fly
That's a lie,
[Chorus x2: La The Darkman]
Nigga I'm high
A 1000 degreez, a face in my lap, them hoes on they knees
In the back of the back gettin high countin cheese
let's go yayo
hundred bottles
let's get it in
in this mother .. ahs too many greets
hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
low studios no no this is faith
4 season on my neck call the clarity
tell them wait bless so the average nigger hate
i move five thousand i am offering just a gang is the
money ain't a ting six figure tricky my ice .. i am on point like lin
and i ain't trying to hit the .. i am trying to hit shorty in a
and .. to the chain
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
this is your .. you know how is
is my birthday i had too many drinks
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
please after measuring old six old swag .. between kicks
would mean bitch my money is a illuminati
a sacrifice for some million and a maseratti
swag .. dot com i let your .. in the club like a vip
we ain't loving them we ain't loving them
south side ina trap and a few bitch she .. like a nuclear scientist
spitting dope in this bitch and we let it show in this bitch
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
is my birthday .. who this is
is my birthday i had too many drinks
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
is my birthday .. who this is
is my birthday i had too many drinks
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
tell them sent a hundred bottles
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
[Young Money:]
I get the drop 1 shot 1 kill
I get to slippin and ya cap get peeled
Blaaat, blaaat I get to slippin I ain't playin with em
Baat, batt I get to slippin I ain't playin with em
Blaat, blaat I get to slippin I ain't playin with em
[Gun shots]
[Tony Yayo:]
Thou shall not steal, thou shall repent
So it's kill or be killed in my enviorment
I'm in a bent, pushed up
1 hand is on the wheel the other hand is on your bitch butt
What, 1 shot, 1 kill, 1 nina
A sheel case dropped a young boy died a dreamer
He had hoop dreams till he seen that hoop ride
That ak went blaat and his ass died
His momma cried, it just don't make sense
Homocide like we have no evidence
Another hood nigga died at a hood event
No suspects the case is irrelavent
Nowadays all the little niggas make movies
Jackie chan shit little homie waved the uzi
Another black nigga dead a statistic
The mack 10 split em reachin for his biscuit
A tisk it a task it, now he in a casket
Caught him at the rec centre broad day that's it
[Young Money:]
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